Locating The Departed (Poetry)

Is it true? All is done — the word said.
And yet, is he dead — really dead?
Is all that we know of him gone?
No trace of him left
no warp and no weft
or does some trailing thread linger on?

For I’m thinking I feel
there’s still part of him here
like a song going round in my head
with his voice in my ear
and a sense that he’s near
I can’t quite believe that he’s dead.

Is it all a mistake?
Did I misunderstand?
Will he suddenly walk through the door?
How can this be the end?
He was such a close friend
there are few like him left anymore.

It’s so hard to accept
and it leaves me perplexed
and unsure of what life and death mean.
Though he’s vanished from view
an impression slips through
there’s some spiritual gap inbetween ...

And maybe in some future time
when the mystical planets align
there’s a chance we might meet once again.
Some small consolation
to ease desolation
until then, things just won’t be the same.