and Was
is such a strange
unfathomable
I learned this morning at seven-thirty
you died yesterday
and Was
this vacuum you left behind
for me, subtle and wide
like the shadow on the north side of a building
refleshed in some small way
the wounds of shadows past
im learning
this body memorized what death feels like
when its close
when it Was
again
how to pray for the departed
you don’t
but for who’ve remained
what say those prayers
blessed reminders
be alive
