I think of you as watching from

I think of you as watching from
A time and space beyond the sky,
A place where we might someday come,

Alexis and I, and we three some
Sweet moments share. Though it's a lie,
I think of you as watching from

This place, and know you're gone, but numb
With grief, I cannot let you die.
There is no place where we can come

Together once again. It's dumb
To think so. Yet when I cry,
I think of you as watching from

A happiness I cannot plumb,
More real than real, more want than why,
A place where we might someday come,

Alexis and I. No heart can sum
The measurements that yield goodbye.
And so I keep you watching from
A place where we might someday come.

---Nicholas Gordon