Mare Donly: Poem For January 14th, 2026
This is a poem that was written by Andrea Gibson. If you’re not familiar, Andrea was a world-renowned poet, activist and the 9th Poet Laureate of Colorado. I highly recommend the documentary: Come and See Me in the Good Light, which chronicles Adrea’s final year of living with cancer and trying to make every second count. They wrote this poem for their wife, Megan, but it was also written for anyone who might be grieving the loss of someone they love. I found comfort in it, and I’m sharing it with the hope you will find comfort as well.
My love, I was so wrong.
Dying is the opposite of leaving.
When I left my body, I did not go away.
That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here.
I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined.
So close you look past me when wondering where I am.
It’s Ok.
I know that to be human is to be farsighted.
But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living.
Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive?
Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?”
In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said.
At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets.
All day I listen to the radio of your memories.
Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less.
When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials.
Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you.
One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited.
There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning.
I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not.
My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving.
I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.
[the remainder of the poem was not included in the day-of reading to help it best suit the occasion.]
Do you understand?
It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop.
It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted.
I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth.
I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.
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