Mark

Mark

 

They say you took your life. To where? I ask.
It isn’t lying here. The casket gapes
For all to see a face more like some mask
Instead of what is on our memory tapes.
That pin-striped suit and tie–where did they find
An outfit far from your accustomed wear?
So active both in body and in mind
This stillness that you keep gives us a scare
Unlike unanswered phones when we would call.
Out busy with a class, or concert, friend,
Some science project scheduled in the fall.
You planned to visit at semester’s end
But came to us three weeks before your time
Some decades early leaving us behind.