And we go on and on

There is solace to be had
in solitude; I'm moved by your unmoving ways
alongside though go all those places left behind
traces of bitter-sweet backtracks
follow-ups of footsteps

so many memories we trod like grapes
an unreal wine in the present cask of time
for surely you have forged ahead, upriver

yet still your sojourn here persists, shadowing
neither sly spying spectre nor gesturing ghost
- in fact you hardly seek me out in dreams
aware that I am there
and we shall be again

When the call came was there the sound of wings?
a Passover unbloodied by the lamb?
I'm listening out now, keeping the faith
and though you've lost all flesh
lost the taste of it
even with this formlessness
I'm touched

In memory of Martin and the long ago anniversary of an August meeting. Title from the opening lines of Gabriella Mistral’s “Anniversary” as my Poetics Challenge is to select one of three given International poems and re-interpret it: Lost in Translation