I signed her virtual guest book
at the bottom of her obituary,
and I wish I had searched
for her weeks prior.
A text box persona;
she found me on my blog.
The Pacific Northwest
had saturated both our skins
until we were weighed down
by overcast skies and traffic jam tongues.
Our troubles puddled around our feet,
and she dreamt once
she drowned in the sky
and her pain sent her falling
For days into her bed.
I learned how to ring out my depression,
but Ruby had to learn how to fly.
I should have looked for her sooner
and shared my umbrella with her.