You come in all the shapes we love
All the things we do, all the love we give. We give it to you.
We just don't know it yet
you take what's yours and leave what's left.
That doesn't strike as fair
But what if we're truly the ones
Inmidst a love affair?
We're writing out what's kept inside
Breathe in what isn't ours
And fail so long to realize
what our soul devours
It's only when we all come home
into your gentle arms
we realize, that all we are
is love letters to life
This poem was written for Donnie who took his life in January 2025. He was 30 years and 1 day old. It's used in my shortfilm IPSUM.