When tears caress my cheekbones
It's rarely for my sake
This heart of mine empathizes immeasurably
For when another endures pain

My voice may not soothe
My written words unlikely to mend,
But my silent presence offers
Peace and prayer
Until your healing begins

© JL Smith

You were a classic.
Like a book, I could read you over
and over again, asking you for more stories.
And sometimes they'd be the same, but
each time I'd learn something new, a
different theme, another legacy in
my mind. And like a legend, your
grand tales will be remembered,
shared, and kept worthy of
an insightful story to be
handed down to every
generation, each
to remember
you as a
classic.