i read some poems
by you today
how i wish
you hadn’t died
before our lives
collided
 
you know
they would have
but for that timing…
 
with any inter-section
it’s always the timing.
that not so split second
decision, who
will get
the right-of-way
i guess you just
up and claimed it
 
and now you’re gone
and moments
of your life
sit neatly stacked on my bed
 
it’s my third reading
and you were right,
who could blame you
if you wrote all day?
 
i read one more
and wonder
if you finally
woke up
in the morning light
standing beside
that one road
 
i’m jealous
of those who knew you
and of that one girl
who will feel
your ghostly fingers
tonight,
between her thighs.  

— Katharine Hollister