The Horrors of 2018

In Honor of Neresko

Warning, just implied dxxth. This is a poem dedicated to someone who had passed on.

[RMT]

"Don't grieve for me, for now, I'm free."

You won't really be missed,
for we know you'll be here.
Even if we cannot see you,
they'll all sense your presence.

Start the next stage of "life,"
spread your wings and soar.
With every butterfly in the wind,
we know you'll be among them.

Your life felt too short,
but you passed peacefully,
and with that in mind
we're glad you rest that way.

Though you'll be gone
and tears mark your place,
you made memories
and memories stick by.

Neresko, please remember
that you're still loved
as a godfather, brother, uncle,
so long as you're you.

Drift in the soft clouds
where we know you'll watch
donning your old cap and
a robe of your favorite colors.

11/16
waiting for your birthday got boring