Thursday 1 September 2022

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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