Monday, August 6, 2007

The Here


You are already dead in my time. But you are still here. You are the whispering wind that sends goose bumps down my spine and the sensation of water as my foot breaks the surface. You are a lover's fingers on my cheek and a drunkard’s elbow in a crowded bar. You are the grass beneath my toes and the sky above my head. So I smile. Because you are in that too.

3 comments:

Deborah said...

there is life beyond life

Jazelle Handoush said...

love this one. <3

chinch said...

I have read this so many times and each time with tears in my eyes. My mother died on the day I was born, bringing me into this world. I have never seen her apart from old photos and there's such an emptiness inside that can never ever be complete, knowing that I'll never meet her, never see her with my own eyes.

But these words have brought me closer to solace. Thank you. Thank you so much.