To Short
These roses are all wrong, you would have wanted daisies!
I can’t seem to shake the feeling that you would now blame me
For letting some an “important person” bring these to your party
They didn’t know you like I did
Their love was not as hardy
You’ve vanished to the earth, the wind, and skies
I find
Myself retreating and beginning to rewind.
But then
I recall the kindness in your eyes and the goodness of your soul
You would have wanted me to rise up and to take control.
For you my friend were fearless!
You rode though life bareback.
You saw a lack of love and made up for that fact.
You knew life is too short to hold the reigns in close
When chaos and death follow you like a pale moon ghost
There’s a power to not knowing it lets us all be free.
I contemplated this as a stood looking out to sea
I noticed every second, every grain of sand
It’s hard for me to grasp of even understand
There’s a power to not knowing when our lives will end.
Yet, this realization doesn’t stop me aching for my friend.
Our memories remain like warn down picture books
Turning pages of our treasured times each a tugging hook.
How unforgiving is this life?
To rap us all in love
To remind us we have no control
Then to give us all a shove.
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