A MAN

I miss a man
I’ve never touched
far more
than the many
who starred on my sheets.
He’s touched me
without some carnal caress,
never once
asking, demanding
so much more.
I mourn a man
who has never been
alive with me,
but always in me.
A spirit, a passion
alive as any breath
but eternal
when remembered.
Far from lover,
not even martyr;
a fallible man
with a beautiful soul
who graced life
with a message.
I celebrate a man
who lived his life.

12/11/04

A poem in honour of John.
Missing you long after this 24 years.