>These streets are named for you
But they are empty
Waiting for your voice
Your touch, your soft skin, your cry,
Your tender body
A single bird in a sky full of birds
Touches infinity
And knows nothing of it
I know you are beyond that sky
I know you have also touched the infinite
Where did we leave off?
Tiny fingers
Little wrinkles on your knuckles
Small hands in the hand of God
And I cannot walk these streets
Without waiting for you
But I will come, you know I will
And you will greet me
June, 2007
pilgrimakimbo 
>This is lovely. Thank you for sharing it.
>it just floors me how you can put this into words…thank you for remembering coco in this way…123
>Elixir, thanks for the comments. Glad to have you stop by.
>maricel, it’s the best I can do for now.
>I so appreciate reading this. It’s a gift.
>Deanna, thank you for your comment.
>I am not keen on the 'caps' at the beginning of each line, but as a whole she is a beauty.