February 3, 2013

Dust


We imagine where
they might have gone,
thinking they're still
close by, right here,
perhaps just off
in some other realm,
knowing more likely,
they're nowhere near.
Maybe they still
will be like us,
even though we can see
they're dust to dust,
so we say their lives
were somehow just,
and their souls really
have not been lost,
but here in the dark,
where we no longer
can hear them talk,
and we are finally
left alone,
we listen to every
little sound,
some with hope,
some with fear.

2/2/13