Living

In memory of Rishi Joshua Thomas

My hurtful preoccupation 

With death and despair 

I will monitor my thoughts 

because the very thought of the passing 

makes me sick to my stomach 

I am lovesick and hurting 

We both know that I didn’t know you

like one should 

But what I remember still 

is how I looked up to you 

You were able to do things I never had the courage to 

My palms will smell of roses that I had to let go 

And let fall upon your casket 

Oh I still have no courage 

Oh the lost privilege 

You were not taken 

You were welcomed 

There is an end to suffering 

There is nothing 

No, not even death 

Can separate you from Love