I see the light fading everywhere
Out through eyelids and heated
Skin, once alive with blood and glory.
You are not here to see it now,
But I see how the sun
Shivers behind her black veil
The one she wears now that you are lost.

I could spill a thousand words onto the page,
Let the ink flow through and stain
The waxy pages with bits of you.
Your palms, your smirk, your tattoos —
But I cannot.

I cannot reduce you to mere words
For you were far more than that.
I cannot bottle the sound of your laughter
Nor find the words to describe it.

That was part of your appeal, wasn’t it?
There was nothing like you.
There will never be anything like you.
And I think that is why

You are missed.