The
one
supreme
gift
that
life
has
given
me
why
put
a
time
limit
on
my
sorrow.
I
make
myself
up
each
day
as
if
it
mattered
the
small
inconsequential
things
what
to
eat
what
to
wear
where
to
go
underneath
is
only
this
emptiness
that
never
really
leaves
me.
No
more
soft
feeling
inside
myself
that
only
this
matters
only
that
presence
of
his
touching me
as
everything
else
is
erased.
I'm
left
with
only
that
feeling
lingering
like
an
echo
in
the
center
of
my
heart.
This
was
why
I
have
been
on
the
earth
to
meet
him
and
know
him
and
that
exquisite
inexpressible
feeling
love?
What
lingers
after
death.
What
comes
when
we
don't
expect
it.
What
happens
when
we
surrender.
What
is
left
after
everything
is
gone.
What
comes
after
you,
U.G.