#richardwalters
(a tribute to richard walters)
under the soft stage light
richard walters performed
a song called awards night
he’d written about elliott smith.
my heart ached quietly
for the ghost his voice carried.
sofar fairy –
as i call her in my head –
said i looked like
i was in the clouds,
living in the memory
of someone else.
his energy followed me
into the next morning at work.
half-stunned, half-joking,
they’d insinuate
my joy must have come
from someone’s warm embrace.
how could i explain to them,
that music and words
can whisper through your ribs,
settle in your chest,
and lift you higher
than any touch permits?
richard’s voice just lingered
like the aftertaste of honey,
like rain caught in leaves.
i carried him home in my pulse,
where elliott still lives,
softly whispering between
the notes of his guitar strings.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC