his aura was made of
poetry
roses
and art
his yonderly soul
will forever grow on me
it hurts to remember
all the good times
and forget
all the lonely times
he is exactly the poem
i wanted to write,
live in
and be able to experience
he is made of stardust
and magical things
his blonde long hair
or his tired green eyes
i cannot remember
what was going on in his mind
all i can know is that
the love was real
