I’m perilously safe now.
They’ve dropped you
into the shallow depths
of the ceremonious earth
like a hat
into a round box.
Still your absence is always present.
The void you left still fills my cup.
No matter how high I hide the hatbox,
I bear my bareheadedness
everywhere I go.
I find myself asking you,
as I walk the woods you taught me to love,
can you see this?
Can you see through my eyes?
Is there a portal where you are?
If you’re where you belong,
I wouldn’t think so.
Then again, in a week’s time for me,
maybe you’ve endured an eternity
of purgation. And now you’re
in heaven with your God,
your void filled at last,
your torment finally over.
My torment is over, too.
You can’t make your demons my problem any more.
It is, at last, mine to say so.
My dead life is finally beginning.
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