The mind imagines its absence
From everyday scenes at all times
When the street is thick with traffic
And near empty as sleep shuts eyes
The feet stir less and less outdoors
And almost never after lights are on
For the eyes cannot stand the glare of
Unblinking headlights bearing down
All those who have left have left for good
Though we invoke them on certain days
Marking their absence with photos they
Stare out from giving no clue where they
Might be still wandering restless, formless
The mind cannot imagine its absence after
All the turmoil and torment and ferment
Rest in peace is what I say to all of us.