i recently perused the CD
you gave me
of photographs of the U2 show
at foxboro.
and now you cannot speak for yourself
the tidal wave that took your life and forced us to ask
is there really a God?
who could believe this circumstance?
the depth of a recognizance
we were tasked to come to terms with
begat an avalanche of an inescapable reality.
as witnesses, we were then
asked to confront the fact that
death is always at the door.
living is within every door,
and you taught me that.