March 31

(and it's that time of year again
the birds, how sweetly they sing,
the sun,
how brightly it shines,
the world,
how immense it lies
at your feet and all is well.

I think of you
all the time.
See your face
under trains
under buildings
under headlines.

No good comes
of a life ended early.
The lesson learned.

You are still gone.)