What Region Will I Be In
What region will I be in when I take
Long walks with you in days when you are dead?
What will we call this special, spectral lake
We stroll around, remarking what we’ve shed?
A Tidal Basin fringed with cherry trees
It’s not. No temples to the high ideals
Of human kind are blown with petaled breeze
Here where we wander. Fogginess congeals
Around our chests and then we realize
That we’re alone here in this space. We grasp
Uncertainly at memories. Our eyes
Are hollow. We turn. We stare. We gasp.
It would have been a better sphere entire
If you had stayed in Heaven, I on fire.