In Your Name
I clench a piece of you
in my heart,
still remembering
all that you were
the way you spread butter
on toast,
fingers deft like a pianist,
light as a painter
it is but pieces
of distant memory’s
kept warm in the grotto
reserved for two
—-
Why is it at my darkest hour?
as silent pleas
in your name
are uttered,
blood flames alive
with memories of you,
and a thousand
lanterns,
filigree a soft light
into mind
Were you the embodiment
of hope?,
maybe not,
but your memory
stokes the fires
of courage,
comforts the needy
in sorrow,
and draws love
even now
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