Tuesday, June 30, 2009

No Response

When I tell you, "I love you,"
It is not a response;
It is freedom for my heart,
Fire to warm us,
Ice to cool us,
Air for us to breathe.
Law of nature.
Please don't forget.


Goodbye again, father.
Fresh is your ailment today.
Goodbye, Pat.
I don't even know your last name,
Yet I was there to witness
The intimate moment
Of your death.
Say hello to Sam, when he's in the ether.