Maybe I thought that you consisted
Of stardust, of an immateriality that
Could not be dissolved, a house that
Couldn’t burn down, but I came face
To face with your photograph, the frame,
Maybe black, maybe golden, and the embrace
Of humid air and trees that followed, the greyness
That I never associated with you, so much of it,
A stream spread across a gust of wind, the arms
Swinging, releasing what had been holy to me,
I won’t say that I lost you there, you landed onto
Nature, you, under a free sky, surrounded by flowers,
This was the peace you always dreamed of, this
Might have been the place where he had always waited for
You, you wanted to join him, you carried a sadness within
You that you never learned how to cure and yet
I can still hear you laugh, how your entire body
Did it with you, released, joyous for a moment,
Wholeheartedly, I will always think of you when I stand
Beneath the crown of a tree, when I walk amongst grass,
When birds chirp outside of my window, when leaves rustle,
There you are, again, with me, and I hear you laugh.
Croque-Melpomene 