I am sorry for your death,
I am, truly.
But I strive to remember you not
As the Earth consumes you nor as
You gaze upon the blossoming roots
Of flowers, which I cannot fathom.
I shall remember you as I knew you:
Far more of everything than anyone else.
I shall forever recall the oceans locked
In your eyes; the mountains climbing from
Your back; the lightning which struck out
(but never violently) from your precious heart.
I doubt I could forget the gemstones
Which you forged in your brain
And then spat from your mouth,
Like a glorious fountain from a distant fairy tale.
This is how I shall remember you forever,
And I promise not to cry. You hated when I cried,
And I hated it more for causing you pain.
You were the last of six billion lives which deserved
A single dew drop of pain.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 5:48 AM UTC
I am sorry for your death,
I am, truly.
But I strive to remember you not
As the Earth consumes you nor as
You gaze upon the blossoming roots
Of flowers, which I cannot fathom.
I shall remember you as I knew you:
Far more of everything than anyone else.
I shall forever recall the oceans locked
In your eyes; the mountains climbing from
Your back; the lightning which struck out
(but never violently) from your precious heart.
I doubt I could forget the gemstones
Which you forged in your brain
And then spat from your mouth,
Like a glorious fountain from a distant fairy tale.
This is how I shall remember you forever,
And I promise not to cry. You hated when I cried,
And I hated it more for causing you pain.
You were the last of six billion lives which deserved
A single dew drop of pain.
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