for Simon Perchik (1923 – 2021)
All I can do is speak of love
your words and the color
of the sky
each breaking season—
Allow me to explain
my sadness at your leaving
so many felt that pain’s
strange progression
in stops and starts.
All the while you knew
I still needed you.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.