For Jamie

My cigarette was nearly out, and I exhaled smoke that whispered death in my ears. I had an itch. It called my hand toward my forearm, and I let a finger run across it’s inside. I could see the blood flow out of his flesh, tears soaked his skin, and it rained in my mind. I miss him so much, my brother of rage. He was a whirlwind, a torrent of a man that blew across this world like a storm. Now the only lightning he can offer are strikes of memories of people that loved him, I am one of them. When people saw that burly viking like creature, they gaped in fearful judgment. I pity them, he was a book with a heavy cover, with pages of loyalty and adventure inside. A true friend, it burns to think of the afflictions he kept within that made such a strong soul give in. I take one more breath of smoke, and throw the butt of that fading fire toward the sky and let it die. ” I miss you.” -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.