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.