HOW CAN MY LIFE BE ENDING
when I feel like
I’m still seventeen?
I keep loving you
as if I never saw
your glow before.
Your radiant light
stopped me dead
in my tracks
from searching
for anyone else.
Now that your heart
no longer beats,
and you are buried
deep underground,
how do you grow
the most beautiful
of Van Gogh’s
Sunflowers
all year round?
In every dream,
I hear you calling me
from the other side
telling me to follow
the trail you marked
on every tree
that will lead me
right to you.
Your body continues
to exude
the nectar of love
that we will resume
with mighty gusto
as soon as I find you.