we are all acting as if death is something that just
happened to you
quickly ate you away and now we must
reconstruct you out of the leftovers

but you did not stumble upon death
you found it yourself
and you took you away along with
wrenching a hole in all those who are now singing your life
to the tops of the hills

I always found myself wondering about you
from time to time
you grew up to be so handsome
but now
I can only wonder about what you were
I continue and all of us continue but all you left us was
to wonder about our memories; your leftovers