These books
That I leave behind
Are like ashes
In an urn
Giving me
An eternal presence
But also a voice
To speak
To those I loved
In intimate communion
Long after I am gone
I am there
Everything I thought and felt
Everything I was
Preserved forever
Made tangible and resonant
Living
In the hearts and minds
Of those I touched
When I was here
And giving me
A kind of immortality