someone once said that I choose to wear black

because I cannot get past trying to please him

I wanted to dismiss her and her color story, but could not

and, perhaps, that is as it should be

because he was important

and responsible and full of story and

philosophy and light “through a glass darkly”

however uncomfortable that may have made me feel

because mirrors never reflect what we want them to, do they

clarity (not always revealed in direct sunlight) doesn’t sit easily

but it is the only way forward

and that is why I love him and miss him

and continue to consult him

however poorly I may once have expressed how I feel about him

and so, I shall wear black

and look to the sea

where now and forever

he will be