You’re all dead.
Your bodies rotting, scattered across stolen land.
All the great mysteries that held the parts of you together have once again become of the Great Unknown.
Tossed back out at the stars, the sky, the sea.
To be discovered by something new.
Voices I’ll never hear again.
Maybe the undone thoughts will come to me through new ideas, new ways to be.
And I try to accept and humble myself.
Energy is infinite and moves herself through the universe,
holding her own idea of the order of things.
I’ll miss you,
for the memories we’ll never have.
You’ll always be real to me.