The
road
back
from
Ventimighlia
still
there
in
my
heart
a
heavy
underpinning
to
everything
whatever
is
happening
on
the
surface
always
underneath
is
Ventimighlia
U.G.'s
death.
When
I'm
close
to
death
I
remember
this
is
no
longer
my
life
to
live --
the
place
of
acceptance --
when
I
forget
I
wait
for
the
next
moment
when
I
can
remember --
remember
I'm
just
not
me
I'm
that
sorrow.
So
each
moment
is
pregnant
with
this
feeling
of
you
with
me.
Even
this
aching
in
my
heart
is
you.
If
there
is
a
beyond,
this
feeling
of
full-loss
of
you
will
go
with
me.
One
thing
I
don't
have
to
do
is
resist:
your
loss
is
now
my
friend.