Betsy Robin Schwartz

A toast we hailed--to absent friend--and hunted for specific forensic evidence.

We found your picture at the playhouse.

We found your hair clogging Andy's sink.

We found your fingerprints on my glass coffee table.

We found traces of your phlegm and urine in the Raritan Bay.

We found a priest saying your Scottish blessing for a midweek mass.

We found your smile in the tears of all those who wished you were here.

We found the body inside a box.

We were all there.

Where were you?