Love, It's The 7th Wave Poem by Adryan Barnathan

(In loving memory of Joey Accetta who died of a broken heart;
Mar.28,1934-Mar.24,2005)

Deflated
I can't make plans
my life is on
a resperator.
Something's hidden
in a picture
maybe?
Something, I can't quite
put my finger on.
Do you have it,
that innate
Celtic requiem?

Miraculous,
how some people
touch our lives-
without even knowing.
They just pass thru,
almost, half asleep
not fully grasping
the keys'
they give us
and when death comes,
so easily,
it's too hard living
without them.