Find Me
Written July 4, 2010
You make me sane.
In death,
you live;
your voice
sounds on.
And all the words
make sense to me.
Sometimes I wish
to continue
along your way.
There are many
things still to say.
Or have you said
all you needed,
and all that’s left
is what I need?
You were right
about where to find me.
I’ll keep going to
my place here,
being everything
that maybe I’m not,
hoping the practicality
steers me to where
I feel I need to be.