When you arrived in heaven
did you tell her?
Did you say she is not forgotten -
not for a moment, not for a day?
Did you let her know that
love still lives
in the synapses of my brain,
the airways of my lungs,
flows through the blood of my veins -
pumping a heart that beats her name?

I hope you told her
how memories survived -
tattooed on an ankle,
typed on a page,
boxed...