On that dark road, I met you.
That pale green hill flowing upwards
Your awkward walk swaying back and forth
and that high interesting voice bursting through the silence.
While everything in this world might be dim, I saw color.
Our shared art and our life.
I remember those long walks home and the bike rides from there and back
Those hot summer days
when the water came off both of us from that deep pool in my apartment complex.
I remember fall leaves on your trampoline. The springy stage for our practice of theatre.
But now its all gone.

I never realized how much I needed you till then
The world didn't seem the same, it turned pale again.
It was gray and frightening
I felt alone
It hurt
it stung like a deep pain in my chest
No one helped, everyone noticed.
That's what killed me.

Only months later did I see color in the world again.
Other were around me as you sat with our shared "friends."
I was solitary and alone but then I had someone
Not just someone, now I had my closest friends
They were filled with color and love. Slowly they filled that hole.

This is an ode to you...for teaching me to move on.

Through the sky
Through the clouds
Through the rain
Through the hail
Through the storm
Through the thunder
Through the lightning
Through the disaster
Through the destruction
Through the dirt, where everything returns
Through the roots
Through the tree
Through the air
Through the lungs
Through the nose
Through everything in between and back again.
You're always there.

Is it okay to forget and forgive?
Or maybe is it good to be malicious in this current day?
I have found what makes life most worth living
might be the people that love.
The people who care.
The people who see.
Just what a simple word can do to the human mind
makes all the difference in a human's life.
Because that is what we are,
Human...
Whether we like it or not
we still breathe.
Whether we are okay or not.
Whether we love or not.
Whether we see it or not.
And that is what makes life worth living.

Where would we be without it?
Not here, or there, nor anywhere.
Maybe somewhere,
where our Father may appear.
It falls in gallons upon all things that breathe
And that in which it may flow and thrive.
But what is it that makes it so?
The chemical that we label as combined
H20, Aqua, water, or l'eau?
Or the feeling of a drop upon our skin
Only God can understand.
But we see the beauty in things such as this.
That without the rain.... nothing can exist.