Goodbye, Friend

I am guessing you are gone now.  I haven’t heard from you in a while and know you had little rope left, needing what remained to hang from.  I never learned your real name and don’t know what you looked like; I only knew you for a few weeks but we shared more in that time than most do in many years.  I loved you, my friend.  Truth be told, I had a big crush on you too and part of me wishes I had said so.  My world was better for your having been in it and I will always remember you and thank you for it.  I am going to try to live.  I don’t know how I can manage it, I can’t imagine what good could come from it, but I want to try.  I don’t really believe there is anything after this life but if there is I hope we will meet again.

I love you,

Jason

Glass Music Cup

I see you there in shadow,

I cannot make out your face.

Your fingers dance upon the

Rims of glasses filled with tears.

I hear them calling to me,

Hear their humming, ringing song.

They sing to me all through the

Night and nights here have grown long.

My eyes reach out through the dark,

Full of hunger for your own,

And though the veil refuses

It can’t hide what light has shown.

Your tears are falling faster

Now, your glasses overflow.

The chimes are ringing darker

And make threat to end the song.

I can’t abide their silence

Or the thought of music gone,

So I lift a glass in toast

And I make those tears my own.