sacrificed everything through no intent
wanted to hold on, yet there it went
no hand holds in reach now
just one cold marble stone
and memories ricocheting
song fragments say it best
and allow me to lay my head
down to rest in a world
where a 21 gun salute
or a memorial held in a gym
are all that’s left of
him and him, those events
and the thoughts in my head
my unreliable, mortal memories
I hope they are enough.
