Elliott



Elliott

I’ll refrain

from the

‘gone too soon’

sentiments


Instead,

I’ll boast of your intellect


There’s a way back to blue

& to you, but we couldn’t

remind you in time

& wasn’t that you

that one time, pounding

your chest

like a battle-torn barbarian?


You couldn’t speak

truthfully

to people

without scaring them


I know, I know, I know,

the burdens

you tore from

your aching shoulders

I know, I know, I know

how terrified you were

of even a vague idea

of growing older


You were only one, ever one,

little inside, unnamed,

but mighty

Someone

we’ll think of

while

staring at flames,

hearing your phantom drunken

crooning on repeat

when we’re tired

of fighting,

or just tired

of the taste of the

city streets

where you linger

in neon lights

& in every

ragged musician

in a beanie

we happen to meet


I’ll say it, I’ll pray it,

           RIP




Published by Jennifer Patino

Poet.

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