Closure Denied

When they ask, I tell them, "Yes, I have three sons-- and two are still on board." Ten years are past, and I may speak of you with ease, with the knowing still inside me, you are more alive than they; more thoughts of you are churning in the day that never ends, in such a time that is for me never disappearing. Point present is your heaven-- earth, the love you spurned. Your spirit being crowds upon my consciousness as if to say that endings may not cede surrender to the falling dust. Frail fingers will release them... but may not celebrate eternal peace, as if it were denied their right as well, to die. ~