driving home
from your Celebration of Life today
I thought of so many things I could have said
like the time on our first date
when you pulled out the trilogy
of White Dragon Books
that we had talked about before we met
and you said “No matter what happens here,
these are yours.”
you had been carrying them
inside your leather jacket
while you rode your Harley to our date
I was blown away
by that gesture
of generosity
it spoke volumes
of your true
character
reader
thinker
giver
and how over the years
we read those very books aloud
to each other
lying end to end
on the couch in your living room
that became our living room
and how you cried
whenever the friendship and love
overwhelmed you
speaking volumes
of the depth of
your heart
the books live
on my dresser
now that you are gone
a bookmark
in the last place
when you read to me
