maybe you are seeing
something we're not
seeing: what redeems
anything?
we are all still
reeling
from the news
of your decaying;
and yet
you go on
hoping
while we become
ghosts barely capable
of coping.
if i want to
start something
it takes days
and words
and you
feeling good
about you.
if you ever want to
start anything
it takes place
because you
maybe
only
on accident
touched me.
someday you will
be old -- don't
think about it;
you won't
remember what you were
told; and you'll know
we loved you not
by what you were
taught; but by what you
never knew or even gave
a thought to.
books rot and
writing divides,
requiring us to
take sides --
interpretation
versus
meditation --
declaring "what is"
where once
wonder was
enough,
as in
"is what?"
life is
harder than
we thought.