It’s interesting to
Realize that even
Without you here
Things that you
Touched ate or
Heard somehow reminds
Me of you
As though you
Are still here
As I touch
Eat and hear
Them once again
You are hanging
Here like curtains
Of my life
It’s interesting to
Realize that even
Without you here
Things that you
Touched ate or
Heard somehow reminds
Me of you
As though you
Are still here
As I touch
Eat and hear
Them once again
You are hanging
Here like curtains
Of my life
We all make
A mark somewhere
In this life
Sometimes as broad
As shoveling
A path through
Snow drifts or
The placement of
Bread atop refrigerators
That change how
We see things
Or find things
Yet some are
As subtle as
A thumbprint on
Those you love
In love we
Tend to chase
What we want
And avoid what
We need true
Love is uncomfortable
And hurts but
True love teaches
Us hope in
Things beyond ourselves
There is nothing
As bad as
Being picked over
Chosen over others
There’s this purity
Being all alone
In a world
Of others perhaps
Now it’s your
Time to fly
Am I done
Have you finally
Arrived at B
When we initially
Started at A
And then others
Exposed him then
For someone that
He knew he
Was yet he
Didn’t want others
To know until
They discovered him
For himself not
Because who he
Was but who
He was for
Them sound familiar
The most remembered
Are the most
Ridiculed in life