Scotch Tape

I've decided to put some of my poetry out there ... but in a "I doubt anyone will ever see this blog" kind of way


Grave Mistake

you didn't take the normal route
no bullets
no gun
you decided to be different
cought syrup
whikey
exhaust
a deadly cocktail
your drink of choice one September night
lives came to a screeching halt
left with so many questions unanswered
why did you have to leave
all of us
not just him
answers we'll never learn
only ashes left now
buried in the earth
under stone
words carved don't begin to describe you
your quirky laugh
your comforting voice
I long to hear them
clinging to old videos for a taste
your laugh in the background
a prize seek

Dedicated to Auntie Kate