We talk of God,
of the way you had lost
and found again.
I do not believe
but I say a prayer.
We talk of angels,
Sara, Josie, Ruby, Matt
At the gates of hell
They watch over you
Never judging the sins of the past.
We talk of family.
She says he's like his father,
He says I'm like my mother.
Between them we sit.
The parents we rarely had.
We talk of the sea,
In all of us it is as deep as the ocean.
Breaks, wipeouts, waves
erasing memories,
The causes of our emotion.
When you visit a dying man
Do you say hello or goodbye?
These are precious moments,
I say hello
and we talk.
