(I wrote the first draft in 2003 after my parents visited me in Scotland. Here it is revised.)
Typical weather.
As if to send you off
in true Glasgow style -
there was a brilliant sun
low in the blue winter sky,
patches of dark cloud,
chilly rain and burning light.
As I walked away alone,
I looked back
for one last glimpse of you,
but you were gone.
Instead of you, a rainbow
stretched from my feet in a complete ring,
encompassing the airport, planes, and sky.
Like an omen.
I worried that it meant
that this would have been
our last goodbye.
I am not ready.
I will never be ready.
I would like to believe
that it was a promise...
a comforting sign
from a God who loves love,
and longs for an end to goodbyes.
But all I know for sure is that
you left me today.

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