Did you try to take it with you,
did you really think you could

Did your journey end abruptly,
as you never thought it would

Are those things that you acquired,
much of comfort to you now

Are those dreams left uninspired,
parked on someone else’s cloud

Did you once just say “I’m sorry,”
for those things you didn’t do

Did you weep in fearful moments,
for those things you wished you knew

Was your lack of all contrition,
what’s now written on your stone

Is your map unmarked and barren
—all eternity unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)