Travis

I am tormented and saddened

by the thought of never seeing you again.

Maybe it's best that way --- as one said earlier.

The fears of my preconceptions and false realizations

donned upon your brow

might only bring harsh reality in their wake.

In my remembrance, you are soul ---

that one existing breath of humanity and kindness.

If I could only inhale you

and have you course down through my being,

I would rejoice.

My memory serves well in its rashness and judging haven.

A haven which feeds my soul

with the fire of yours.

That fire which shall burn eternally

between our skies of perception.

19 March 1992

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