On The Verge

Grieving in Absentia - Processing the death of a man I loved

Did you know that after someone is dead,

for years you can hear their voice in your head?

I learned this when I was small, I still listen to them all.

Grieving in Absentia

My last conversation with you:

All those years I was your Muse;

I know your songs by heart

I said, and promise that I won’t forget.

I am so proud of our son, you said

That guy is damn epic.

He’s made strong and beautiful children

who will carry on my name.

I am proud of our daughter, you cried,

Her heart laid bare on the altar of service.

I am a candle melting, I’ll be gone soon

Leaving behind the work of my hands

The meditations of my heart

The words I wrote, prayers,

Those melodies;

charmed instruments of music

that have touched the Divine

All that I am returned to stardust

While you grieve in absentia

©2025 VC-Threadgill

“Late last night

A vision came to me

From another reality

I’m gonna break off these chains

binding me

To a planet void of sanity

Because what I have today

might be gone tomorrow

leaving nothing left to sorrow.”

Runaway to the Stars ©1978 R.Curtis/Wakazula Music

Rick, Michael, Rob and Tom Curtis
PC: ©1982 VCurtis

R.I.P. Robert Brian Curtis 11-23-56 - 01-31-25

I know your songs by heart

Rob (right) with Jack Connell, date unknown