presence

considering the death of a friend

who has not died yet, who in fact

is in perfect health, or a parent, a

family member, all who walk &

talk beside you, giving one the

feeling of belonging or at least a

simple somethingness in this

futile world---it defines a

presence---

the very essence of that person

in your life & the void which

will inevitably come (it’s either

you or them) is impossible to

determine, even if one has had

plenty die around them, even if

they have never recovered from

such death, the possibility of the

death of a family member or a

good friend is something that

one cannot write about with any

true sincerity, until of course, it

is too late---so with this tool of

words, we are helpless, with this

tool of artistry, we can do nothing

at all to save those closest too us,

all we can do it dwell in the

wondrous moment with them &

though there may always be the

question as to whether the pain

felt in their passing is something

which one can endure, the

presence felt by them while alive

is something irreplaceable,

a piece of the puzzle to be brought

along the way (never dropped for

any reason).