some things will never be as they used to; a memoir to us
loud enough to startle the stars.
a fond farewell left in a love letter to god.
what a sweet gentle blonde you were to me.
what a soft kind lion you were to me.
eyes of baby blue and hands of blasphemous intentions.
oh,
sweet baby boy.
you chaotic choir of stars,
you calm symphony of memories.
arms like vines wrapped so tight.
lips so curious and inexperienced.
laugh so genuine and delirious.
did you find serenity in silence?
did you find good intentions behind the violence?
did you find where our rainbow connection derailed?
did you find the end of our side by side, do or die, train-track trail?
adieu to our love and all that lies below between and above