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.