Do you think I am immortalizing you too much? Do you want to rest in peace? My hands want to rest as well But the heart never stops. To me, the one grieving, Nothing can ever replace you. Not another person, nor your favorite song. Not a picture nor a place. Not your sweater nor your favorite weather. Neither your favorite book with the highlights of your favorite quotes, nor the words I speak of you. Not even more time, nor the memory of you.
Isn't writing about someone, unconsciously immortalizing them? We may not be as influential as the greatest classical writers but our words are just as powerful enough for those around us.
This poem is in memory of wjh, who's very much alive.