Treasure Island

Nicholas Errico

(12/24/1990)

Death, A Theory


There is no time to say goodbye,
Because life is sweetly, succinctly
Never-ending;
A drink with a bittersweet, sour-bite
Gentleness.

There is no goodbye, only love's
Whisper-strength, carrying us
Down the river,
Over mountain tops and wheat fields
And concrete forests aglow with
After-evening's afterthoughts.

Because when we go, we don't go far:
We go into another's drink,
We go into another's whisper.
For when we go, we don't go far;
We go into the hearts and mirrors
And lives and wives.
Because life is sweetly, succinctly
Never-ending.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 17, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Ralphie passed away 3 years ago this coming November. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him.

Not. A. One.

As an atheist, I found it difficult to try to come to terms with his death. My views on death don't line up with anyone else I know. To many, Ralphie moved onto a mystical utopic place where all good people go, awaiting the reunion with their loved ones. Unfortunately, I know that when Ralphie's heart stopped beating, that was it. That was the end of his existence. However, the more I think about it, the more I realize how I was wrong. I know I will never have a chance to speak to him again. No last conversation. No last beer shared. But I know now that he is not gone. I see him every day when I look in the mirror, or when I talk to mutual friends. He's there, clear as day. Even in the little things I catch myself saying or doing. It's Ralphie. So, he never went away; he never left. And death isn't as black and white as it seems. Life isn't as short as people tell you. In fact, our legacies carry onward through time, passing from one to another. And therein lies the meaning of life: to pass on our experiences, our wisdom, our love.

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