Summarizing your life in four paragraphs is
like capturing the sea in an hourglass;
as if the vastness of the ocean can fit in a
timebound glass container.
Words feel insignificant because they won’t ever
live up to who you were.
How can subjects and verbs and adjectives strung together ever
replace you?
Preceded in death by many.
Survived by us.
Is this surviving?
Because every moment I gasp for each breath
hoping
it breathes life back into you.