GOOD FRIDAY

Why do they call it
Good Friday?
It wasn't for Him,
it wasn't for you,
and it isn't for me.
You see,
I never forget
that you left us
on that day,
and yet
in dreams some part
of me wants to know
what became of you.
Some part of me asks
that does not
remember,
some part of me
that knows no names
and does not
recognize
death.

May 10 2016