You've got a white scarf, but it's unreliably so I could count on it to be white for many years Until last year, when it didn't quite resemble snow It changed colors, and brought up many fears Like will you make it til tomorrow? and will you still be here?
You used to wear it like it embodied majesty Like you were a lion and it was your mane Curling around your neck and screaming of divinity I know that mane better than I know your name
(buddy)
The leaves will change and your scarf will too Your head will bump mine, and I'll bump yours too
I'm running from my thoughts and the truth This might be all for naught and tomorrow you Will be here still, and I won't have to say goodbye To your scarf, your mane, our collective life
Maybe your heart will still be kept in mine, Released only when our heads collide
Your personality is truth Your personality is you I try to ask others to be like you but they can't That plight is wrong and an ineffective chant
Your heart, your personality, your truth Will be held in my heart regardless of whether or not tomorrow I see you
And I do see you. For a while there, you were hiding behind your disease But now you're able to come out of your shell with ease And now I can have another collection of moments with you Your personality Your truth
And you are truth. For a year I thought you were gone and that the next Moment I saw you, you'd be descending into a grave You would be gone and only accessible through memories Your truth Your personality
And you are personality. It pained me every time I saw you, thinking I wouldn't see It and how you walked and how you cried for water when You needed it. I'd trip over you, and trample you, but you You are truth You are personality
You're here today, eternally in my heart You're here tomorrow, and when we are apart A year down the road, and a plethora more You'll be in my heart forevermore
The part of me that you bring out will never exist again on this earth And your white scarf will never be seen by my brown eyes But I can hold you here Right here in my heart And you can pur And I can contemplate when you'll bump my head again
this one's about my deceased cat who had a ring of white fur around his neck (2/18/16)