and words in sequence
to shatter all shallow thought
that does not meet the standard of love

slowly
they will find
the little trinket you left on the shelf by the door
the letter inside the book you propped up on the desk
the scar from where your Duende once flowed

they will understand
then
the power of silence
loss
and how it is to be gone
to be here
with you
then now

you will be
their constant reminder
this is spirit dream
to relax and be taken by time
breath in the smoke of your ancestors
pass it on to those in their wake