“To Blue, Blue Skies”

Translucent white clouds of incense Rise from the soft flames
And the scent soars up
To blue, blue skies
It will go.

Words unsaid, tears we must not shed,
For I miss you and you miss me,
But you know you must go
And I know, I must
Let you go.

Tofu and our finest bowls of rice
A last meal before your departure
A goodbye meal we’ll make
To accompany you
When you go.

And always at three in the morning,
Back into my dreams you’ll visit.
You shouldn’t be here, no.
You have much better
Places to go.

Memories rush through the depths
Through thoughts of myself,
Of dinner and petty things
And we will never forget
When you go.

Do not fret for me, for it is only you;
You who have suffered,
So trust that I am fine
And that I promise to
Let you go.

And just forty-nine more days to go,
Till our fathers, your father,
You, will become one.
And to blue, blue skies
You will go.