I heard his name in winter’s chill,
A whisper soft, but lingers still.
He taught me all the strange and rare,
A mentor lost to rain-soaked air.

He gave his legacy, then went,
His love, his wisdom—both well-spent.
He’s now the scar I wear with pride,
A mark forever by my side.

My amore, in death’s embrace,
Yet always with me, not a trace
Of you will fade; you stay instead,
A love that lives within my head.

In mind, in heart, you’re never dead—
You live forever in my head.