They said you were dead
and I believed them
because I was never very good at research.
So I mourned you
and I prayed for your eternal soul
– though I don’t normally believe in any such thing
because, you know:
God’s foxhole?
And I wondered what words I would have shared
had I known they’d be our last.

None of this plagued me
because, you know,
life goes on
– for some of us –
and we hadn’t seem much of us
in recent times
and I moved on to other ideas.

So when I saw you
the other day
on the other street,
I didn’t realize at first
the miraculous nature
until I did
and then
I was speechless.

Not so now,
when I’ve recognized
how god it is to see you.
What’ve you been up to?