Letter to Tom

a poem I wrote for my dad's cousin's funeral

 

Dear Tom,

Seated on some wispy white cloud adrift
through the winds or a misty mountaintop,
you're still here.
I picture myself sitting in your chair,
in the grooves where you sat, tracing out your 
impressions.
I lay in my bed crying, feeling the
sticky traces of tears drying and 
missing you.
I then close my eyes and visualize
Heaven, with its bright white gates, and I see you
smiling...

The End

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