We thought about you
when the weather turned
and the days got short
When the kids went out
in their heinous pumpkin suits
to solicit
cheap candy
It was very you
It was color and whim and charm
We thought of you
We will think of you
The way you laughed
in the face
of a sordid tragedy,
of fetid rot and sweet decay,
and grief that clenches teeth,
and a new place
to be.
Not gone, just away?
Neither.
Here.
Different current.
Different form.
Same warmth.
Same laugh.
Same smile.
Same kindness.
Same, "hey, you doing okay?"
to a stranger with a frown
while your whole world
fell down.
Bubblegum pink
and tundra blue
And soft purple fabric
and comfort
and warmth.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC
We thought about you
when the weather turned
and the days got short
When the kids went out
in their heinous pumpkin suits
to solicit
cheap candy
It was very you
It was color and whim and charm
We thought of you
We will think of you
The way you laughed
in the face
of a sordid tragedy,
of fetid rot and sweet decay,
and grief that clenches teeth,
and a new place
to be.
Not gone, just away?
Neither.
Here.
Different current.
Different form.
Same warmth.
Same laugh.
Same smile.
Same kindness.
Same, "hey, you doing okay?"
to a stranger with a frown
while your whole world
fell down.
Bubblegum pink
and tundra blue
And soft purple fabric
and comfort
and warmth.
