Poetry · Writing

Grimmie Bear

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

singing the same chants.

 

Encore over night

constellation built around

your Voiced dreams.

I can hear you,

 

you sang you were invisible

but I saw you-

I wasn’t the only one.

Tears fall on this day

 

the last day your soothing

dream lifted our ears-

my ears

over the years.

 

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

and I’ll never forget.

 

RIP~

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