Visible — a poem about the energy we leave behind

Visible

You are long gone.
I don't recall your face,
but I remember your flowers.
Across the street, the acorns still fall
and no one sweeps them away,
just like back in the day.
But your house is different
and I wonder if you can see it.
The new family that moved in
tore out the driveway
and turned your garage
into a living room.
A new driveway and garage
are behind it—a new patio too.
I'm not one to embrace change,
but it's lovely, what they've done.
The trees are still as majestic
and the space feels alive,
like it kept your energy.
Maybe the tulips still exist,
tangible to my soul
but not to my eyes,
blowing invisibly
when the wind
sails on by.
Perhaps
nothing
really
ever
dies.