Running Poetry

when i kick the bucket
what color will the sky be?
will there be sunshine on
my coffin
will quiet eyes
issue silent tears
and will
shrouded faces line
the edges of my light green grave?

when you died
and went away
what did you leave behind?
and why did you go
before i knew how to release you
and why did you leave
before I could bid you farewell

and when you died
did you think
of me
Did my face appear
in your mind's eye
the same way

i often see you now?