Covered up my head
On a cold night,
One of the first few
After your spirit
Left your body.
It is a good thing
To move on,
But somehow I’m stuck,
Running that tape
Over and over
In my head.
The shock, the horror,
Mixed with relief,
That your suffering is over.
I have to believe
That you’re in a
Better place now.
Maybe sitting beside
God’s throne,
Cracking jokes, and
Commenting sarcastically
On new arrivals
To heaven.
You will be a unique
And rare addition
To the spiritual world,
A dreamer and a comic,
Just like you’ve been
So long on earth.
I wish that more people
Had known you,
But that was not your way,
Always preferring
To be out of the spotlight,
Nursing that private pain
And regret for so long,
Just surviving,
Until even that
Was too much to bear.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 