You always found something more
to show me, shed light on, as if it
couldn’t be helped, as if no matter what
we did, over a decade, to shift it
from this foot to that, rearrange
some shared mental furniture,
we were fixed in one relation:
I still had things to learn. And I do.
Now you continue, demonstrating
just what a year means, the ache, the worth,
the heft of it – even the empty weight:
this year of you gone.
But please go on,
pay no heed to interruption –
when the day’s late and you really ought
to get home, students will always hold you back
with one last question.