Monday, April 30, 2012

When there's nothing left to burn (An ode to an Ex-traordinary person)


I miss your kiss
Your lips
The way you trusted
The truth
Issued forth from my lips

I miss the essence you stole
In which I imparted
Given like charity
To the dearly departed

I guess half
Is with you
Because even the songs
That are uttered
Have a signature I used
That you recognized
And gave sweet subtle life to

I wonder if you know
The whispers I say
The gentle sweet kisses
I sometimes still send your way

I admire the gift, we made
That you give to someone new
I admire the memories
Like secrets that we only knew

I think more so of all
The kindness that was done
The release that you gave me
When you told me to run.

Copyright, 2012, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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