Across Valentine

I went in to get what I forgot to get
But came back out to find
I didn't need it I think
Like this the dead are thoughtless
But full of feelings for us
And a willfulness that carries
Our memories across the emptiness
Of forgetting how they
Go on living inside us
While we have only thoughts like these
Vague diaphanous veils
Or clothes hung on a line
We who've only begun to feel things
And to do things here