What I know by Laura Miller Edwards
There’s something porcelain about you now.
You’re so quiet, still… sad.
Yes, sad.
You don’t look peaceful to me.
And while I know you’re experiencing joy
As we’ve never known it
Far beyond the walls of this reality-
I am conceited enough to believe
That you miss me.
I think you transcend
The poets
The angels
And the rules we’ve made up,
And you look down;
You search for me,
Find me-
And miss me.
And when you do,
You’ll know I’m missing you with everything I have.
With my laughter,
My random thoughts,
My bad hair days,
My silly puns,
My quiet reading ways,
And of course,
My traditional tears.
You see,
I don’t set time aside to miss you,
It’s porous and all through my bones.
Your absence is my flesh.
I wrap up in it nightly
And dance about in it daily,
And this aching never subsides.
I just want one chance to show you
To write it down
To tell you, one last time
That you are loved
Beyond comprehension,
Beyond stars
Beyond mortality
Eternally, without reason or rhyme.
It’s outside of me,
This love,
This longing for you;
It exists on its own
And wanders past fences
Gracefully fingering each whitewashed panel
Of memories we’ve made,
Feeling the grain of them,
The pain of them,
The joy.
Far beyond the grave,
Beyond time
Beyond space
Beyond dimensions
I know
That you miss me.
