For Tori

She died, today.
Somehow, I just never thought she would.

It makes me wonder.
Why.

And, in the wonder, I see something
I’ll never know.

I know that I don’t know.
I know that I can’t know.

Underneath the wonder
Is an unending blackness.

A deep, unbound, freefall into,
“I don’t know.”

I fall as I stand.

Beauty.
Goodness.

There is no knowing. Why.
She died, today.

[ For Tori ]