BASE

She filled me with

life

And now she is gone

She took my life with her

And now

I am an empty husk

I am the dead one now

And until

I see her again

I may never get

my life back

I will scrape

What I can

from others

Grow from a

knobby kneed child

to a responsible

grown

old

adult

But inside,

I will never grow

from the day

She left my earth

This day will repeat

over and over

and over and

over

In her grave

Is my body

We continue our game

of hide and seek

through heaven and, well,

hell

She has reached her

eternity

Which was

home base

in our game of

tag

Her words never died

They are spoken through

My lips and

When these lips

Grow frozen as the popsicles

We ate in her basement

The words will live

on

Through my children

They are the children

that she never had.

I did not know

The dead could give birth

But somehow

The dead write our

future

I guess that’s life.