“not a single iridescent neuron wasted — and still you’re gone.”
That line stayed with me.
What really struck me is how the poem lets grief move through ordinary space instead of isolating it into something purely lyrical. The market, the customers, the automatic conversations, the weather… all of it keeps moving while the absence remains physically present in everything.
Another fine, sad tribute.
Thanks Ray.
I greatly enjoyed this one. Sorry about your friend.
Thanks for taking the time to read it. I appreciate!
You’re very welcome.
Really beautiful, Michael. Sad but beautiful.
Thanks for reading, Dina. I appreciate it.
“not a single iridescent neuron wasted — and still you’re gone.”
That line stayed with me.
What really struck me is how the poem lets grief move through ordinary space instead of isolating it into something purely lyrical. The market, the customers, the automatic conversations, the weather… all of it keeps moving while the absence remains physically present in everything.
The ending lands quietly and painfully true.
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