Poem title: "Because I told you that you would live on through me"
When a person dies
many say that they leave
an emptiness
I have been looking for this emptiness
under rocks, in the sky, in city bricks and on train tracks
in sounds
like the tea kettle whistle, or the winter rain hitting the window
Disconcerted
I can't find the emptiness
I keep running into You
here, there
here, there
Even the prism through which I see and hear
all of these things
has your hand so firmly in its blueprint
So why should there be emptiness when You are everywhere
and the world has become so full of You
that my heart intermingles its beats
with Your own?
