I miss you.
I think about you
every single day.
You’ve always been
one of the most
powerful
human beings
I have ever
known.
To be nurtured
by you
was to be saved
from drowning
preemptively.
To be loved
by you
was equivalent
to having a
corner-man
in a title
fight.
It was not soft,
but it was kind.
It was often angry,
but never intended
to be mean.
Your heart was
always a forge,
a furnace,
the surface of
the sun.
The fire
is still
alive.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2018
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I miss you.
I think about you
every single day.
You’ve always been
one of the most
powerful
human beings
I have ever
known.
To be nurtured
by you
was to be saved
from drowning
preemptively.
To be loved
by you
was equivalent
to having a
corner-man
in a title
fight.
It was not soft,
but it was kind.
It was often angry,
but never intended
to be mean.
Your heart was
always a forge,
a furnace,
the surface of
the sun.
The fire
is still
alive.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2018
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