At Least You Passed Poem by Randall Barfield

At least
You passed
Through my life
And I enjoyed
The privilege
Of holding your loveliness
In my arms,
Of wiping away
A few of your tears
At least
We toured
Site after site
I see you with your Kodak
The waterfall’s mist
Just over your head,
Red ferns
Lilting at your feet
At least
We got
A fair warning
Of our sure, impending doom
We then
Made the most
Of two lovers’ fading days
Before we were touched
By the ghost.