Death confuses me.
How does one cease to exist?
To smile? To laugh?
To feel? To cry?
To love? To touch?
To taste? To kiss?
How does your smile become dust?
The sparkle of your eyes fade into the void?
How does your laughter fade away on the wind? Never to be heard again?
Why does your blood and tears dry into the ground?
(That’s all I have so far. It’s a draft.) Dedicated to Michael.