Good Bye J.
and i never wrote a poem
about you to show you there's more to existence
than life. and now you have no life but then you didn't have much of one
while here. where did you go? what is your being -
have you turned into the butterfly
you always deserved
we had so much time together, so many meals, but never again
this christmas, i thought i would send a few words - maybe state
i was too busy. i was always busy. and next week would have been
no good - and the week after -
no good.
maybe in march,
maybe in
april or may.
for your bday - perhaps or at least around it.
a simple
lunch, simple gripes, simple.
let us always keep it simple. never talk
about the deepness of anyone or anything.
or how we both just keep
on waiting - but now that is gone - and my week
has opened up cause
truth be told - i was never that busy.
i'll miss you old friend.
i miss you already.
not enough to speak yet
but soon. perhaps soon.
i can reach down
find the skirt & the sweater
and remember how you looked: how you looked perfectly perfect
you turned into the butterfly