pondered on his legacy too long; i've chewed on it
like overcooked meat and now the flavor is gone.
the eulogies i've conjured are contrived and i'm embarrassed -
on that day the congregation could care less what i think;
maybe i oughta spare them and simply share that stale room
with my aunts and uncles and distant cousins and just stand there.
hopefully the spirit is an heirloom which can be handed to
those with eyes wide enough to find meaning, or what have you...
i guess it's in the silence we can hear the heart beat, the fans whirring above,
or the dust sift on the seats in which the choir sings each afternoon;
perhaps it's in the deadness of sound when his voice slips through
and i realize that he isn't dead yet, and we watch television, just us two;
yes, and maybe it's in the emptiness of my mind where he's with me in my arms,
where there's only time for the present and nothing left for history
or the futures of our mutual broken hearts.
here, My Dear, here it is
Last edited by SubwayToVenus at Jun 19, 2014,
I'm sorry for your loss, Ryan. I'd give you a crit but as a friend, it doesn't feel appropriate right now.

If you ever need an ear, don't hesitate. The world is often complicated and mysterious... I hope you can find something beautiful to latch onto through this strange time.

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I know this feeling. There is beauty there, like vintage said I hope you find it. I enjoyed this piece, it is very touching and honest, I hope you found it cathartic.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching