you being here

the dead
are piling up.
the bones,
the hair,
the eyes and ears
of the once
living
are rising,
becoming mountains
before your
eyes.
the hands
you held. the lips
you kissed.
the voices
you heard.
the skin you
touched.
all of them, now
ghosts caught
somewhere between
here
and there.
you being here.
still.