Indescribable depth of pain
As she defines a new horizon
This uncertain home lacks
Cats and comfortable beds
19 years, unbridled joy
As she flashed
That “always” smile
In summer solstice sun
Or while dancing in the rain
Nights I slept on her floor
As she eased into dreams
Split family decision
Closed her,
Few words shared as she viewed
An unaccustomed room
New moon,
no creek singing
Midnight lullabies
I recall dance dad days
Her pride in reaching pointe
That night she owned the stage
Spinning, spinning
The finality
Of a father/daughter embrace
Under spot, center
Sure, she feels it
Walking next to me
Doubting unexplored streets
An unfamiliar singular stop
So sure that time is not real
Indescribable depth of pain
As I close my eyes
And emerge from a pas de deux
Fade to black
Will Silverman studied poetry and writing under Richard Hugo at the University of Montana. Some of his work will be published in an upcoming book entitled, “Just a Little More Time”.
