July 27, 2012


I finally learned
I could not be you,
listening, instead,
to a voice
you did not hear.
I didn't care
about being first,
driving hard,
getting over
our saddened past.
When I visit
I marvel how
deep you rest,
how still your name,
sixty years
in the space
between the lines,
how just a rumor
of life remains,
now I am all
you left behind.