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Imaginary Living

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Tue Feb 6th, 2018

We will all lay our heads down in brown leaves,

hoping that from our decay flowers bloom

over us, but much more importantly,

hoping that those who are younger than us

will embrace our memory with fondness,

seek to imitate or best qualities,

and inform their life with the joy we had

when we walked and breathed morning air at dawn.

 

I frequently talk to my dead parents,

even though I’ve little to say to them.

Likewise, I talk to numerous dead friends

with poignant content, longing for answers,

but that is like looking at a full moon,

knowing nothingness can be beautiful.