After Your Funeral [Poem]

After your funeral, I think:
Can the love I still have for you be felt wherever you are now, my friend?
Can the love I still have for you fly across the border between life and death,
and reach you, comfort you, and let you know how much you are loved?

Can the love that still pours out for you carry my whispers to your ears,
so that you can hear me say how much I miss your presence - yeah,
how much I wish you had everything you ever wanted and more besides?

Because even though Death has interrupted our friendship,
there is still an empty place in my heart where only you fit.
Because even though Death has interrupted our friendship,
I still want to have the conversations only we could have.

My life continues, but..
you were so much a part of me, my friend,
that some parts of me will have to become ashes,
just like you.