Still you were not dead

To die is to not live

to not live is to be embodied by the emptiness of connections

I've heard that it's the hearing that goes first

As the lack of words grace your lobes in silence.

It must seem that no one ever talks to you anymore

That the caress of words have left you cold and trembling

That the whispers of hope have all but faded away

But still you were not dead

When the tears gave way to the sullen eyes of darkness

I could not call for you

I could not write to you

My face left in the corridors of imagination

But still you were not dead

for i refused to give you to the hollow ghost of deathful fear

for you were still here

In the form of my hug you still knew the written words of actions

H-U-G me

The words may never leave the creases of your brain

K-I-S-S me

you understand the movements of my hope for you

and remember the words that kept us intertwined

because still you were not dead

As your thoughts formed words for you to see

And your heart felt the fullness of words that drove away the silence of your mind

drove away the loneliness which faded at the moemory

erased in the curve of your letters

you could not escape into the abyss

And even when you are dead

it still will be these words that stay and keep you

even if you are dead

i will turn to the words of which connected us

and say

that the words which once resided in the the smoothness of your voice

the swiftness of your pen

no longer lives in you

but instead i find you living in the words

as if here was where you always belonged

Now the words have reached my mind

and reminded me of you

So even here in what once was the blankness of a page

you still are not dead

As the words encapsulate your essence

reject the absense of your being

These words bring you back to me time and time again

Because as long as you are not dead

The connection will be ever present

and the words

like our memories and moments

will too

not die