Yesterday, I lost my cousin. He was a gentle soul and a dreamer whose life was much too short. Like I do, I wrote a poem to express myself. Dear E, this is for you.
To all the ones I’ve lost...
I have learned to catalogue the names
Of my loved ones on my soul
Tattoo them in the chambers of my heart
Because once their light goes out
All that is left are the memories
Frozen in color, sometimes in motion
Often beneath the plastic sleeves of albums,
A beloved phrase, and a half-remembered smile
Because we all want a sweet life
No one knows your struggles
But I’ll collect your stories
So I may find you again
May your gentle soul Rest In Perfect Peace!
chasing that creative spark that sets everything in motion...