11-04-2005, 10:35 AM
this was written for a friend.
---
the salt of our tears still fresh on your hands
the ending to this story came
many pages too soon
the writer adds to other stories with brash pen strokes, readers skip this chapter
and will not read
but you will not be forgotten
we hold your memory here
a fragile indent on the world you left
one we will never ignore
i am sorry you left so soon
wish you could have stayed another night
another minute
another breath
we know you could have become so great
but you were robbed of the chance
all we can do to honor you
is to never forget
the beat of your heart
the rhythm of your breath
the words you spoke in such careful glances
growing, becoming, blooming
you will always be one of the beautiful ones
---
the salt of our tears still fresh on your hands
the ending to this story came
many pages too soon
the writer adds to other stories with brash pen strokes, readers skip this chapter
and will not read
but you will not be forgotten
we hold your memory here
a fragile indent on the world you left
one we will never ignore
i am sorry you left so soon
wish you could have stayed another night
another minute
another breath
we know you could have become so great
but you were robbed of the chance
all we can do to honor you
is to never forget
the beat of your heart
the rhythm of your breath
the words you spoke in such careful glances
growing, becoming, blooming
you will always be one of the beautiful ones


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