i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath
the razorwire net i lived above
knowing the fall would occur
wasn't there to ease or to soften
the stale old retreaded laughs
i cling to
seem to have run their course
their novelty and the simplistic charm
is now wearing thin
your hand always was
a soft touch in the wind
never a cement stone sharing the same glove
these lines are not rehearsed
they're not notes taken in class
words scribbled over pink streaks
from the god-side of the pencil
these are words from a low hung
short slice
yet
slow bleeding being
when read they might not make sense
but
if you had a friend
who died a mid-twenties death
drowned by a 'weighty paper'
you probably still wouldn't get it
so
for her...
i embrace your death
with a mourning sighing of breath
kiss
Josh, this is bitter sweet, and touched with a lot of love. Hey, i like the way you write too! This is a ten, my young friend! Theo
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I would like to translate this poem
ah may zing ... need i say more?