Alex

it was January-cold

when

he left.

amid a winter

that touched Houston

as well as

Boston.

and rides through

frozen streets

with frozen tears–

frozen through the years

of being shed,

frozen by harsh days

and nights

and years

of living

and seeing death.

i don’t know why

i am selfish and mean.

while he

was so good

and generous.

and now he lies

waiting–

but not cold;

warmed 

by the love

of many admirers,

four sisters,

and 

good friends.
Linda Tauhid

©1/5/20

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