Sharon is gone.

Completely. 

Only in Memory

Does she 

Live. 

Like the White-Silver cloud

Floating by, 

She passes by.

I cannot grasp

Her.

I cannot make

Her 

Stay.

I cannot

Hold 

Her 

Tight.

I need to

Let 

Her 

Go.

No! 

I can’t

Do that. 

I am human, 

I am frail.

I, too, am the 

White-Silver 

Cloud

That passes by.

And I run to catch 

Her,

To hold Sharon.