His fingers grew cold and stiff in the cradle of my own Last breath rattled, marker of death Innocence violently stripped away Shell left, a hollow reflection Those pieces lay in defeated slumber For months the clouds gathered Rain, soft and chilling Lulled quiet the rage, tears fell A violent gush coming dangerously close to flooding All of the hidden cavities that remained Until one day the sky opened Hesitant rays like bird's first flight Shimmered down with angelic serenity Bringing warmth once again My eyes squinted to adjust Recoveries healing hand Had finally reached out to sooth The wounds remain, puckered, ragged edged I will carry them like badges of honor For you were worth fighting for Your laughter still echo's Plastering the walls of the hole you left behind With saturated, hopeful colors
For Jeremiah. May you be soaring above these clouds. I have a kite string up there you may always grab ahold of incase you get too high.