will he leave behind
for us,
when
it's time?
will there be gold
in a pot
well hidden,
letters
written and received.
maybe postcards
from a loved one,
unknown,
or a notebook
full of rhyme.
in what closet will we
find
the secret
of his soul,
under what bed will
lie the clue of
who he really was
or wasn't.
there's so much of him
we still
don't know.
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