What’s left, after death took over, translated…
You Have, a Ton, of Saved Up Time
Vacant Still, and Those, Deep, Pupils of, Yours
There’s, a Ton of Room You can, Step Out of
And, You Will, Enter into a Brand New Life & Time When You Head Out There
You Live on Earth, You Became a
Vacant House, Saved, in the Maps of, Memories
(The Black Couch, Removed, the Huge Dining Room Table, the Double-Bed, Thousands of Volumes of Poetry, Vinyl Records in that Bookshelf, Your Self-Portrait from the Walls, and………)
When You’re, Gone
I Can Still See You, in Every One of Our Friends
You’d Become, that Time that Stood Alone
Like a Vacant House, Drenched in the Rains
And this is, how it’d felt, after someone you cared for dies, it’s the legacy, the memories that’s, left behind of the individual that mattered the most after s/he is gone.
Life, the Obstacle Course 