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Requiescat
A brush of leaves across the faded asphalt
stirs and beckons to call your name.
In it’s whisper there is little more than a frame;
of the face of the man who spoke beautiful solemn words.
I pray that he was not alone,
in his brightly sunlit home,
or maybe the moon had risen,
the sky‘d turned from blue to pink to black.
Maybe he had laid in the bath,
a glass of wine.
To let time pass.
And water gave way to sleep,
and too soon rest.
Settled still now beneath the buildings;
I sit and wonder,
what would have been?
I ask the passersby,
I ask them, (I ask you)
tell me please, do you know how and why?
Under the sky, I lost the words I tried to speak,
(but If I gathered my thoughts:
please come home.
Please come home.)
And then I hoped for just a bit of sleep, and just a bit of strength;
to fight back tears welling in brown eyes.
The silence too (and please I need this the most,)
just to stop the beating in my head,
And this heart-torn emptiness.
And pray, God please I pray,
Let those who loved him truly,
remember the friend he was,
and how he spoke, and hummed
and maybe sang, and maybe danced,
and how he walked, and how he laughed.
And let those who loved him move forward,
with harmony, and let time-nursed wounds ease.
for they will never forget.
And pray also,
with you his soul stays well kept.