You’re charming

because you have no idea

how much you are loved,

even now,

people look at your picture and remember

how much light you bought into their lives,

how respected

you were, and just how much you meant to them.

I know,

as only one

perhaps who has slept in your bed

when you were out all day,

placed there by considerate hands

as my life become mean and meaningless,

placed there

with kindness by hands

that knows much pain

but whose spirit I entrusted all my life too

and who never once turned away from me

even when I

could not help her, not through lack of wanting to,

but because the love I had was too much.

 

They dance with you inside their heads,

both boy and girl,

both with love, both

with grace and fervour

and I smile in knowledge

that the photograph of you has been seen

by all who once

desired to be your friend.

You are charming,

yet I know, I hope I understand

that life, as for us all, has been both kind

and cruel,

harsh

but blessed and at times tender, sweet and

filled with differing emotions. I have seen

the tears and roared with laughter

as we smoke and drank

for no reason at all,

I wish they could see that once more, I wish that beyond

anything,

except the thought of you being content and happy,

full of girlish amusement, the smile magnified greatly

once more.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015.