NaPoWriMo 27

It is enough to know you are not living
through this episode even though
you died not long after it had begun

enough to begin with the thought of
how prescient the idea of living without
breath was even for one more day

enough to remember your handwriting
your strings your attachments your voice
stirring the empty porch light night air

enough to keep some aspect of you
alive in the thoughts of my own each day
even if thinking cannot bring you back

enough to say I wish I could say to you
you are entirely and completely enough
that you could hear even if it remains unsaid

except on this page and in the way
I keep waking knowing you are not there
even in the unknowing it is never enough