Ceara

The idea of writing for you

When for so long we wrote together;

When our mutual love of words was discovered seven years ago

The idea of writing a tribute…

Because now you are gone

Because twenty-one is the oldest you’ll ever be

Because THE BLOOD IN YOUR BRAIN DECIDED YOU SHOULD LEAVE;

It feels like a bad dream.

There is still no part of me that understands you are gone.

I still expect to see you beaming down the sidewalk

At me,

Talking about

Les miserables or

The new worlds you’ve dreamed up…

I can hear your laugh in my head

That time when you said,

“you and her were the only ones who gave me the time of day”

Is burned in my memory

I hope you knew

How much everyone loved you

How odd it is to lose someone once so close and now so far

The joy and passion you inspired and breathed

Will remain; will reflect; will be sustained

In your best friend; in your brother; in me.

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Flood

Lava eyes and looking-fires

My skin shivers and cracks

I scream inside for restless light

And instead i lack delight

Delight

Light and bright and roamin g eyes my colors fade and bleed and break

I want to feel things more than bleeding but the slow-deep cannot wait