he was like gold in your hands...

he still lives in my poems like the tale of God lived in those dead sea scrolls


i have to hold on to the shreds of that day when it was raining slightly and we rode in your BMW to your house and your mother wasn't home and we stopped at the gas station and the bank on the way  and I waited in the car and when you got back in we talked about your girlfriend and how beautiful you thought she was but she went to school up North, and you asked me to help you wash your dreads but we made out for so long that we ran out of time and you had to take me home instead.


I hold on to the shards of the day I first saw you and your aura beamed orange with flecks of gold and I always knew you were an angel. everyone around you was muddied brown and green, they were the earth and you were the sun. warmth and light, you were warmth and light that i never knew in my home. or the place where i lived at that time.

I hold to the lint of the yesterday when you picked me up in that same BMW that you told me you really loved. I fondled your new business card with the angel on it and you told me that you were going to be a star and I thought you were already a star, now I look up and know that you are a star. That same day we saw some funny movie at a movie theater. I cant help but to think about you every time I pass that movie theater
And we kissed there in the dark and touched each other like we would know each other for years to come.

Im holding the edges of that same day when instead of going straight home we sat by the edge of a little pond and told each other secrets and you told me to stay happy and i hugged you and listened contently to your heartbeat through your chest and i can still hold that same beat in my head today

I hold dear that day when a friend of yours and mine too called to say that you had become a real star. He told me you were gone  in that same BMW  that we drove around in. You and some friends took a ride that night and you traveled into the skies.

I hold on to that school photo you gave me signed to someone else but its the last one you had, because you didn't anticipate getting so close so quickly, but now we'd know each other for years to come even if no one else knew about us.
I hold the fact that I kissed you, danced with you, smiled with you, laughed with you, hid in shadows and found happiness; what people commonly know as happiness. I held your hands tight and passionate on several days through a few seasons, I ll hold to that.