I don't know if you hear my thoughts,
Or are aware of the times I remember you.
Do you see the tears I shed?
The wetness on my pillow in the morning?
Does God make you forget the ones you left behind?
Would remembering us make you sad too,
And so are you shielded from sorrow?
Sometimes when I write you I feel closer.
Do you peer over my shoulder and see them?
Am I talking to no one?

Since all of this is an illusion
And these electronic symbols don't really exist,
And this virtual place is an idea and code,
And my body is composed of spinning particles
And my fingers: clouds of molecules
Typing upon wisps of plastic,metal, and electricity
Does any of this matter?

You were young when you died.
Now I am old.
Will you still know me?
I have changed.
Will you look like you did then?

Did we get it all wrong?
Is your soul reborn?
Are you here on the Earth again?
The baby...the inconsolable baby I hear crying?
The smiling cheerleader?
The friendly cashier who was so sincere ….
She didn't know me at all, did she?
Will you have made friends, lovers, a family now?

Somehow I think you're still alive.
That your energy could never be diminished.
It was irrepressible in life
How could it be now?
Is it wishful thinking?
Or absolute knowing?

Something mysterious survives beyond this world.