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people will deny  
anything these days

so, I have decided to join 
the practice of dismissing things
that we’ve been told are true

I have decided to quit believing in death 
         
~ it just doesn't exist 
for me anymore 

instead, 

I have a new theory 
         I’m working on: 

when our dear ones 
depart their bodies and 
turn back into air and light

they don't disappear
behind a brick wall
that separates us

~there are no bricks
there is no wall
   ~there are no barriers

there is only a grand 
window between us
and those whom we
have stitched ourselves
to with the most divine
of angel hair threads

we can see our beloveds in
the heart shape clouds
and they can see us
as we kiss their picture
goodnight ever so softly 

death doesn't exist
it's a debunked  
flat-earth theology

where we are told that
the people we love spill off the
edge of the world and
fall away from us into
the endless unknown 

that's not my experience

what I have seen is that when
a dear one leaves me I don't
feel the space grow between us

I feel us grow closer together
   ~ our entanglement becomes tighter 

they travel with me to the 
store to buy garlic

they brush my hair out of my eyes while 
I cry in my car in an empty parking lot 

they join me on my daily 
walk around a lake

they sit on the board of my conscious 
and offer me advice

they float above me while 
I write a poem

they laugh when I trip over the same 
chair damn every day

they catch my prayers and 
courier them to God

they write love notes to me with steam 
on my bathroom mirror

they play the right songs on the radio 
at just the right time

they have made a cottage 
in my heart
they have turned my eyes 
into miracle telescopes

they converted my lungs 
into a retreat center 

they dance in the eyes 
of my children

my loved ones haven't gone anywhere
and neither have yours

they are just on the other side of the window

waiting for you to see them
waving at you 
in their sundresses made out of stars
and their tuxedos stitched by time

and someday I will be on the
other side of the glass

acting so obnoxious that you 
won't be able to ignore me

and someday I will be writing
you love notes on the petals
of sunflowers for you to find
just when you need to read them

and someday I will help paint a
sunset in the exact color of the
way I felt whenever I was wrapped
up tightly in your arms

I'm not scientist but
my research tells me that
death doesn't exist

however, love does
and it has no end

and neither do we

         ~ john roedel

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