I will not let the love die or let
the ocean wash my tears out to sea,

even when I cannot speak my 
sorrow, or visit their nameplates, 

their love is like chalk on my hands.  
I still feel it in my deep red chest

in my day and night dreams
I see them in my mirror, 

in my heavy eyelids, in the new children.
All of everything lives forever: 

they were here, now they are there 
in another room of creation.

Each drop of water vaporizes 
into the atmosphere only to return, 

no granule of sand has left this planet,
no soul has disappeared.