Look for much more on this blog in the coming weeks – politics and essays will be added in the near future. Meanwhile, here is a rewritten version of a poem that I posted some time ago.
They say the spirit lingers after death,
Or so I hope; there’s so much more to say.
They say that with your final, fleeting breath
You see your life, but distant, like a play.
If so, I’ll see you once and once again
I’ll see your eyes when first we kissed.
I’ll see your face at just the moment when…
But I must not think of all that we have missed.
I must stop now, such visions drive me wild.
At least you live in happiness apart,
And as for me, I am now reconciled,
I live alone, alone without my heart.
And when you die, I’ll find you. You will know
I’m there. I’ll linger in your afterglow.