A Loss

I remember speaking to you,
Once upon some months ago.
Once upon a fairy tale;
Once upon the fairest day.
Niceness could be compared to none,
And the first of all could be spent.
As I glanced in your gray direction,
I wished I could know you better,
And I wish I would have visited,
And I wish I could reverse everything;
But the future has spoken,
And you were swept away from me.
I wish I would have known you better,
And I wish I would have visited,
But the virus grew inside of you,
And you were swept away from me.
I would have it other ways.
I would have myself infected for you.
Your virus I would spread for you,
Upon my body, my hopes, my dreams.
Your niceness could be compared to none,
And God, I wish I had visited you.
We spoke like sweet rivers,
Radiant in the sun and forever flowing;
Until the virus grew inside of you,
And you were swept away from me
And now live in my dreams,
For you will never be forgotten, My Uncle.

by Edward James

Comments (1)

I feel being a poet myself, this could be written from within as If I knew or had some form of link to this, I was touched emotionally stirred