Departed

my friend.

what is it like

to be dead?

is it as frustrating?

death, like life.

do you see now

what the living

cannot

or

are questions still

unanswered?

does this distance

bother you too?

this sudden stark

transition from

living, living,

being alive to

nothing.

nothing. at. all.

do you also wonder

if we had exchanged

places, would I,

(would you),

have felt that the world

has suddenly become

too big,

because your (my)

leaving has somehow

emptied the earth.

drained it.

do you also

write poetry

that I can never read

but address them

to me anyway?

my friend.

does life bring you

as much sorrow as

death brings to me?