Gone but not forgotten

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil Gibran

gone but not forgotten

an empty house
the walls can’t speak,
nights are quiet,
floor boards
don’t creak

tapestries of remembrance
flood my dreams,
faint sounds
still live
bygone routines

where shadows
tussle with my heart,
a presence gone,
fallen apart

just drifting on a lonely cloud,
calling out,
my feelings

your name
is whispered
under my breath,
without you,
i appear bereft

hoping this is
just a dream,
i awake
to find
grief’s extremes

tears fall
softly on my bed,
i’m captured by

in the reality
of what this means,
i still search
for you
in gossamer beams

i’ll face the day
to celebrate your life,
you were
on loan to us
for just a while


A Tribute

“crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real”
― Chester Bennington


Melting into the atmosphere,
mesmerized by luminous blues.
His deathly fears behind him,
bedazzled by the lofty views.
Gone was confusing resonant,
his true reflection appeared.
Far above melancholy darkness,
his soul was revered.

Pulled from beneath the surface,
the walls no longer closed in.
Earthly wounds transfigured, and
sacred whispers drenched his skin.
Endless discomfort dissipated,
he was transmuted into white.
Evanescent insecurities,
became vivid celestial lights.