Thursday, May 3, 2012

Half You: A Few Words On Forty-Three Years

I search your face for a sign of mine
hoping that a resemblance will soon provide
a sense that a part of you is still with me
or that the longer you’re gone the closer we’ll be
I have your hair and some parts of your heart
(a little bit warm and a little bit harsh
a little bit kind and a little bit tart)
and if I can learn to have half your strength
then your battle won’t have been a total waste