What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be.
When someone you love is no longer with you
You mourn his loss with tears and flowers.
His impact in your life
Feels heavier than ever.
Maybe the weight makes it hard to breath
When the one you love leaves.
But what if you never got to touch his hand?
You never saw the glint in his eyes?
His voice only heard through a speaker.
Does the impact lessen?
Where’s the happy ending?
Talent is an accident of genes-and a responsibility.
He held a responsibility to be
An important chapter in your life.
His name floating across a screen,
Teaching you about who you are.
I can’t help you if you don’t even know who you are.
But maybe with every turn of page
You make a new discovery of your own mind
And the person you have to thank
No longer lives a life.
When someone you loved is no longer with you,
Despite the relationship you had with him,
You mourn the loss of the voice he had in your life
Because you know that voice will be with you