the ways in which you changed my life
are staggering. you don't know that
because you've gone, already. you would know,
would have known, if you hadn't
died when i prayed so hard for you to live.
i can't stop writing about it. it's been over
four years since you died, and here comes
another poem. another string of words to bridge
the gap between me and you; that impassable void.
an incredible distance.
do you know how things have changed?
who i am?
will you ever?