“Although Imagining an Afterlife can Tend to Mend a Broken Heart…”

a young friend
of mine passed on
last weekend.
it’s no more my place
than yours to try
to comprehend
that he’s gone:
if it was all-right
or wrong to wake him
from his aching, breaking
body. Now he’s unwound,
alighted on the wind,
i can’t pretend i’ve found
peace. No lull. No release
until i know how his family
tasted the warm breath of air,
from his closing zephyr.

it’s odd; i’m only upset
because i’d thought
that (together)
we could be bigger
than god.

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