Matthew 1992 -2010
You die
and we write you letters
We tell you how completely
ferociously you were loved,
That even though we see the sun
And recall your smile,
We hear the rain
And the waves thundering to shore
And strain to hear your voice,
To look now is to see nothing of what was.
We talk to you again
And again
With no words tossed back
No whys or wherefores
Nothing for us to know
Except the emptiness
This silence of sorrow
And those damned ifs, buts, and maybes.
You die and all we can do
Is write you letters
