Raven is everywhere, always. 🌻
This is the place just before the absence;
bird still here.
It is the look of a leaving but the potential of not and the fact of not yet; it is the light and the dark and the gray.
It is a fight between staying and going.
It is the real thing and the shadow of the real thing.
The shadow is a real thing too.
It is the glare and the grain and now, grief.
The world is poorer off without you in it.