Tomorrow

Across that inescapable void
where prayers find their voice
we will speak again someday.

Somewhere,
in that permeating darkness,
I know you're watching.

You, in your form I never knew,
without the longing stares of silence,
the entangling respirator,
the inconsolable despondence,
the sunken cheeks and fallen eyelids.

You, in all your temporal disregard,
with your unrepentant dependency,
your adoptive arms,
your indiscriminate affections,
your transcendent ascention.

You,
who still haunt me in my dreams,
that I have stopped calling nightmares
out of respect for their subjects.

21 shots
for the forgotten,
and folded flags.

All of which seem meaninglessly drab,
in light of the alms of their idol worship.

For christmas,
I wish I could talk
to those lost along this lobotomized journey,
along with my mind.

I had her eyes, he said-
the kind that seem to be hiding
some inexpressible sorrow
deep inside.

How nice it must be
to never have to worry about tomorrow.