a poet had passed away

one whose words i took comfort in

he wrote long beautiful pieces

and passed quietly a few days ago

i would quickly read his works

sometimes multiple times

his words sang

a haunting melody

now they are silent

his past lives on

but i always wanted more

the great human conceit

wanting more of a limited supply

and so i lay here saddened and filled with selfishness

for no more of his works will pass into my greedy eyes

here’s to you paul

my awkward words never living up to your fluid ability to make beauty in concise terms

kiss your loved ones dear readers

you never know when there won’t be another chance

if there is an afterlife

i imagine there are new poems being whispered into the ears of angels

rest in peace kind sir

you deserve it