My Light
poems
- When someone dies
- are they really gone?
- The apples in the garden
- miss your callused touch,
- and the Earth, it seems,
- can’t weep enough.
- Forever feels
- more real
- than the rain does.
- You’re gone
- but the story
- lives on
- in a bed
- of neurons
- you once said,
- electrical impulses
- with enough power
- to light
- entire universes.
- I wish you were here
- but you are there
- where stars like you
- are meant to burn
- like diamonds studded
- in the sky,
- your bright
- presence
- forever my light.
