Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there?

Life support cut you short. You were not so rare.

Torment ceased. Now deceased… Do you get to watch?

Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch?

Pain is a magnet for those who ache;

but arid is the land of pain.

Clarity is freedom, compassion choice.

Self-destruction is vain.

I will always wonder what you are like

behind the blur of anguish.

I will always know that you were mine

until the day you languished.

Send me a smile. I passed you on

but you didn’t hold it against me.

Send me a blessing from that bright sun.

Sailor in joy that mends me.

In Memoriam M.R.G. By tuttysan © 2013