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Not sure where I will leave the "I" when the body disappears Could words and email construct some image of living me afterwards? Does it matter Should I take the "I" with me to the dust Did I expose someone else's privacy and leave the floodgate open to the keeper God never asks we ask and we choose strange ways to continue so many "I" Still the sea has us all along with tears and waves of reminders that countless lives have been ahead of us and will be after us A drop of seawater may not mean that much
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