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
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.