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Iz Aug 2020
The cherry tomato bushes that once sat full of life are now shriveled up in your yard
Wilted with sickness bleached by the sun
The summer days I spent picking them
Are some of my fondest memories
Spending hours in the grass with the with no hardships Or worries
Now my life is brutally real and unforgiving at best
How I took for granted the day’s where all was well
Now you’re in and out of the hospital
And I’m learning how to grow because one day I’ll be like you’re tomato Bush
And you’ll be who I think about when it snows
But I pray I have someone to water me before my roots decay in the cold because what I’ve learned from you about gardening is a good gardener never does it alone
it’s not always summer in the days that come and go
Iz Jul 2020
I gave everything I had to you and still you wanted more
I broke my ribs to make you trinkets
And my skin to keep you warm
I overworked my emotions just to keep you from feeling bored
Now here I am
And worn
Iz May 2020
Think of the trauma
As a seasoning
And you
The fine steak
Iz May 2020
There’s pictures on the walls of my childhood homes with holes so deep behind them you’d get lost if you went in alone
  Mar 2020 Iz
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Iz Mar 2020
The Thursday before your passing you crossed my mind
I planned on sending a package with a latter inside
Maybe some writings I thought you’d like
But it was foolish of me to assume I had more time
It just takes a minute to remember every memory
All the unspoken words
All the times shared laughing
It is more painful now than I imagined it would be
These words I never spoke will forever be stuck with me
But that’s the thing about time
It’s unforgiving
Iz Dec 2019
Oh the feeling of relief it brings to finally see who someone truly is
And to no longer resent the ominous nature of their persona but to embrace your new found vision
By finally moving on
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