You Have, a Ton, of Saved Up Time

Vacant Still, and Those, Deep, Pupils of, Yours

There’s, a Ton of Room You can, Step Out of

And, You Will, Enter into a Brand New Life & Time When You Head Out There

You Live on Earth, You Became a

Vacant House, Saved, in the Maps of, Memories

(The Black Couch, Removed, the Huge Dining Room Table, the Double-Bed, Thousands of Volumes of Poetry, Vinyl Records in that Bookshelf, Your Self-Portrait from the Walls, and………)

When You’re, Gone

I Can Still See You, in Every One of Our Friends

You’d Become, that Time that Stood Alone

Like a Vacant House, Drenched in the Rains

And this is, how it’d felt, after someone you cared for dies, it’s the legacy, the memories that’s, left behind of the individual that mattered the most after s/he is gone.