Decision kitchen,
Where one cooks the dish of life
With no recipe.
Ink records poorly
My memorial for you
Unlike these teardrops
With a step or two
Upon literature's bridge
I can see your shore
Eyes shielded from sight
Release long-captive sorrows
Behind sunglasses
An old photograph
Of an unrecalled moment
And a hug still felt
With a step or two
Upon literature's bridge
I can see your shore
In the ocean's depths
Luminous fish talk to friends
In lucid language