Glass
Our words will stumble from my memory,
and I will not feel any emptiness
When the sun's light sees her own reflection
In me.
And then I will miss you no more
I will walk with quiet footsteps;
I will wait while the outline of
My thoughts are pressed into the sand
And then I will miss you no more
The waves will greet the shore, then run-
Run, and return, relieving a wreckless
Coastline
And then I will miss you no more
This poem is about:
Me
My family