Patrick

A leather jacket.

Guitar in hand.

On my tenth birthday

Heart shaped ear rings

Made of coal.

I lost the one.

And wear the other

Around my neck,

Knowing he’s close to me as I wear it.

Wishing so much I could hear his

Laughter one last time.

Wishing so much I remembered the last chance I had to hear it.

But we never now when the last time will be.

American Pie.

Blackbird.

Songs he would sing on his guitar,

Resonate in my mind.

With me now and with me always,

Ever-present in my heart.