THE NOTHINGNESS OF THINGS

I put my arm around you
kiss your face

the coffin makes it
awkward

even now
face to face with your death

I refuse to believe it.
Accept it.

You sweat.
A tear on your cheek.

"Don't cry...don't cry"

"See...see!" I say
grasping the unbelievaboel

But it is only an undertaker's trick
spraying mist to keep flower's  fresh

I am prepared to believe
anything but your death.

I want the world
to bloom in your eyes.

For the sky to be sky
for you to see

the beauty of a tree
a cloud

but the sky is just
a thing

a tree a thing
a cloud a thing

everything
nothing.