This Tear is Yours

R.I.P Michael Hart- my brother, my parent and guide, my best friend, my fix all and my moon hanger Michael G. Hart 8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11

- A tear that's shed in the dark of the night- it remains a plaster upon my cheek- your absence is the heaviness upon my heart and the burning yearn within my soul. - The words from a usual passing thought of you, are uttered aloud from my lips, as if you were sitting just right next to me...I know you can still hear me, as well as see the lofty weight my heart and shoulders burden. - I shudder upon a passing wind; I still feel you and you struggle with the fact that I lack center now. - The hot, cold and warm air, from time to time, carry your scent, my inner most emotions, voids are awakened and my thoughts are flooded by the image of your face and envy of those times. - My mourning, I've held deep within; you know that this is not me. - The feeling of self remain and want for existent, eludes me at this point. My time has now stood still and even it, seems to be engulfed within it's own sullen solitude.
- This tear that is shed, is for you. I can't see you catch it but I know you will, you always have. I can't hear you tell me that everything will be okay but my heart knows that's what you want me to believe. ** I'm washed out and overrun with saddened realization that I'll never again be able to feel your embrace, hear your voice, laughter or have your tough but loving guidance So, I grasp firmly to the fact that you'll be waiting for me when I get there....