Spen

I’ll think of you

in spray paint stencilled dreams

The star speckled sky

A chattering of skulls

A purple stippled butterfly

The cosmos, a blinking eye.

Your art will live on

Your heart will, too.

Do you know how much

you were loved?

So many friends.

The messages came through

in white and blue

‘Sensitive, kind, caring’

Your humour, passion,

Your intelligence and talent.

But let’s be real:

We knew your bad side, too

But was that really even you

or just something that possessed you?

One day:

I thought we’d sit and talk

Figure it out

Put those teenage years to bed

Pencil in the gaps

Pour colour in the cracks.

The last thing I said to you:

‘Next summer, things will be different’

And they will.

You died trying

Died making a change

Sketching a new life

Looking to a future that never came.

I’ll think of you 

when I hear those tunes

that connect us

Deeper than anyone knew

On silver stars

in spray paint stencilled dreams

I’ll remember you.

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