What made me think
About your name
To look you up
And find out you were gone?
We shared a secret love
Of memories held deep
Tears offered by candle light
Open hearted
In a warm room
while winter fell
Outside.
We stayed warm and naked
In that quilted bed
Hiding from the world
Clinging to the hope
That we would never
Have to leave
Like an addict hopes
The high will never end.
But the day came
To open the door
and when I stepped outside
It was over
The candle had burned down
And the room grew cold.
We stayed connected
For a long time.
You never used that brilliant mind
Not really
You never grew into the man
You were afraid to be.
You died instead
At 52.
Bless the soul of Tim Emswiler, one of the smartest most sensitive people I ever knew. You were a loyal friend. May you do in the next life, what went undone in this.