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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Dream

Bodies in the road

I see them everywhere I go

I cannot escape them in sleep

In fact, there they wait for me.

They walk out among the cars

I close my eyes and scream.

I cannot write any more. I don’t like

Remembering