To Marie in memory of Frank
People say
He has passed he has gone.
May be done,
By the flesh by the bone
But his soul
Still with me
He loves me
And never will
Let alone
The waiting eyes
Still attached to the phone
For a voice which my heart
Starts dancing at the tone.
It may ring very soon
In the morning or at noon
I smell him every where.
I breath him in the air.
I feel him in the heart.
In my mind occupying every part.
I see him in the dark
I see him in the light
And every night’
I hold him in the bed.
He is alive
Who said that
He is dead?