Aug 2014
If you could see me now,
guarded in conviction
and hidden along my own invisible trail
you would know all the immeasurable times your name rings like a melody through my mind
and your smile splattered on canvas in my thoughts
the cold days I burrow myself in bed and stare at the ceiling…
there is no nothingness more horrible than space without you
and no nothingness more pleasant than the comfortable silence as I’m along your side
If you could see me now,
I would be weeping at an unmarked tombstone
recalling fateful memories that never occurred
and with you, making the ones that were yet to happen
If you could see me now,
I’d hold you tight, fragile glass against my chest
and your soothing warmth would never escape my grasp again
If you could see me now,**
my eyes would be matched with that of yours
and I’d never look elsewhere again
guarded in conviction
and hidden along my own invisible trail
you would know all the immeasurable times your name rings like a melody through my mind
and your smile splattered on canvas in my thoughts
the cold days I burrow myself in bed and stare at the ceiling…
there is no nothingness more horrible than space without you
and no nothingness more pleasant than the comfortable silence as I’m along your side
If you could see me now,
I would be weeping at an unmarked tombstone
recalling fateful memories that never occurred
and with you, making the ones that were yet to happen
If you could see me now,
I’d hold you tight, fragile glass against my chest
and your soothing warmth would never escape my grasp again
If you could see me now,**
my eyes would be matched with that of yours
and I’d never look elsewhere again
A friend who left too soon
