You blew into my world
like a storm tossed leaf,
and I was lost.
Frail flower of hope
your soul was golden,
sunlight on a black sea of pain.
My heart heeds the call
but my body can't follow
in the tracks you leave.
At night, I pray
it won't be in vain
that you seek to foil
the soft brown hunger in your eyes ...
I miss you now, for all the things
you might still one day be -
and all the empty spaces
where you never where
will be forever tinged
with the soft, subtle red
of your poppy head
bowed low
in the face of life's gale.

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