even your sultry voice haunts me
curly, red locks now disappear
a gravestone, I see, takes your place
no one to celebrate this day
no one to sing to, so off-key
obsidian glass fractures clear
thin-film interference fragments
reflections iridescent stay
eternally in the moment
memories change, time stays behind
enveloped in a shroud, time spent
missing a figment in my mind
broken by forces, full of dents
every time I drive past your house
remembering cheese, a brown mouse
yes, I could not save your short life
or your desire to hurt yourself
under the circumstances, death
responds as quickly as a knife
face facts, you are gone, I am here
a ghost of the past, to your health
count as capital wealth, each breath
each moment lost, your face, I sear
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HBD JLC August 25. 1974 - April 28, 1997
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