thank you, gerbert,
for reminding me where words fail,
why i exist. your time here was a blessing
when it snows,
"here" feels like somewhere else:
somewhere cold enough to snow
somewhere different. something else
you travelled far to come here.
wherever else i may find you, i'm hardly sure,
but what remains is inquantifiable,
and thus indestructible.
now i am "here."
where most of you once was,
"here" is that much more different.
you exist now in your immortal form,
in which i originally found you,
which i hope one day to see again
goodbye, gerbert,
though the name may very well fade,
such a thing is hardly significant
beside your undying innocence