In the scars of my face, I see you
A reflection of a sliver of your soul still alive
Your absence stares right back at me
I linger on with moist eyes.
In every picture I find I search
In the lines of your face
for a faint memory of your arms
holding me right in my safe place
I remember the trace of your hands
hard, strong and calloused
with a faint scent of your guitar strings
A memory I cannot lose
I miss your voice the most, I swear
in some songs, I can still hear it
faint strains haunt my heart
make me break, I cannot bear it
Looking back on your life I see
us alike in more ways than one
In ways no one can fathom,
I love you fiercer than the sun!
Achen
June 1949 - October 2009
Somewhere up there in the skies travels the soul of the first musician I fell in love with the minute I was alive. This week, I've been thinking of the many memories I have running around in my mind. Its a year today and so much has changed, but what remains is that the apparent strains that connect me to him are louder and clearer than ever. I will always wish I knew more of him and that he could have been here to come home to. No, we weren't picture perfect - but I loved every inch of the flawed lives we lived together. It was exactly how it was meant to be.
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