To the joy
We dance, we jest and joust
The complex interplay of two
Souls recognising selfness
Seeing the edges fit
To the sorrow
This memory fades, surely, swiftly
A conversation half remembered
The realisation that ..
I can't recall your voice
To the sweetness
A softly remembered moment
The curve of a finger
Tracing line across memory
To the senses
That I can't feel those arms
Lightly, a tear traces a path
I feel it slide down my cheek
Then unseen weight grips
To the Anger
Against moments expectation unmet
When the collision occurs
And unwanted words come forth
The rage unchecked
To the self
The clash of the ego and id
tripartite vying for casual dominion
Eros and Thanatos war
Action dictated by thought
To the internal
The experience of
A lucid world of love
of longing, of joy
And it's counterpart; sadness
As I remember that I will
Never see you again
We will never speak
You will not know
How much you are missed
To friendship
To the joy of finding each other
To the gift of you, selflessly given
To the kindness
To both sides of a being
To the present
To Finding ways to exist Sans those who've faded
Always to persevere
The interlocking of past and now
Always seeing and remembering the essence of their being
Just breathe
To the heart
No words exist for this journey
From innocence to sorrow
And back
But when led with..
Nothing is insurmountable
Written after the death of my Friend Simon, a supreme badass who, like all supreme badasses, found the normal unexciting.