You blew in like an evil wind,
and when you left it was like a candle blowing out.
You sang to us with the strength of sin,
and chased the darkness with your shout.

Time chips away white pain in white rooms
Where all that’s left are amplifier cords
And we still wander like a minotaur
In the agony and kindness of your words

Fear and grandeur
Love and loss
Charity and pity
Understanding of the scene
Of human heartache and doomed rebellion
In every frozen city where you’ve been

Screaming for every one of us
lost and never found
and running our whole lives ever since we hit the ground
Broken as a rule, you taught us that when it hurts
We can always jump like wrenches in the works.




When you’re uncertain—really uncertain—but you have some idea of where and who, what kind of a kind person you were supposed to be… When this is where you find yourself, and someone reaches out unbidden with a real, connective recognition and hello… The feeling dawns that perhaps I can still be the person I want to be, too, and someday I’ll feel good about where I stand if I learn what that takes.