(looking)
For that book
With picture
Of you
On a Harley
(be)
Side a poem
About a jewel
Called the moon
(when)
I discovered
Quite by accident
That you
Died yesterday
(suddenly)
All the
Way numb
(struck)
By the irony
Of moments
Locked in
The wind
(struck)
By memories
(way)
You gave
Me confidence
To think
(pearl)
Sick flames
Into dreams
(way)
You taught me
That the
Next reckoning
Will bring
The next bucket
Of words
(way)
You remembered
To pay tribute
To everything
A rose feels
When it weeps
Over the fangs
Of just
Dug graves…