In Memory of Kacie

This poem came to mind when thinking about Kacie this week.

"Love"
Love, perhaps more science than romance,
Invisible yet quantifiable matter,
it might evaporate and float away,
fall elsewhere, freeze, boil;
It could circulate in the blood,
bitter as an infection, benevolent as a nutrient.
Clear, tangible,
It died, It was born.
                                  Kacie 2008