Above

she floats
above
walking
never touching the ground
watching
waiting
seeing
thinking
singing
her voice
the crying
of the angels
that have taken the soul
of the one she loves.

he is there still
the face
mirrored at her
in the fountain
reflected
in the ball
the children bounce.

he is there,
everywhere,
and nowhere
at the same time.

and she
is above
watching it all.