The mind, a dormant stone

Dear Anthony St. Jude Greene: I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry that your life ended so soon...I think we would of had a great lifetime to share. Erykah Badu's song chants in my head -- a flood of " I guess I'll see you next lifetime "s. Today is your birthday, and I am reverent. I don't want the world to forget how important you are to it. As you lay here...I imagine all the life underground that pays you homage. Now, I am wondering, were you even buried whole? Your leg missing... were you ever able to claim it? I'm so sorry, Anthony. I know you felt such great pain. I wish things would have changed to allow you to be alive today. I miss you. I love you. Always, Jessica

The wind turns spreading fast the flesh around my teeth. They chatter at the curtain drawn, around your rosy blue tone, a humble carriage to your next land. Adventure holds you tight and tugs my hand, the same way we would when you breathed... The circles I feel as I walk, keep me in a glow halo of wonder. Is it embrace, or shield, keeping me grounded so firmly away from the forces you grace? I am surveyed, still young, ready to greet you where water fails to run 'round your veins. A body without circumference. Your dream; I believe. Each morning I wake with you around my skin, but I flinch in fear. How close am I? Jagged memories of nightmare demean your smile and feign at the whimsy. There is nothing light about this. Distant pleasure forsakes the intentions drawing near you; a bottle breaks. I turn corners and I stare, I see them, I see you. We repeat and repeat the reality we lived, but there is always something more. Ominous. more. discreet. more. an...