I could talk about the man of radiant ocean blues
Or the man with piercing brown eyes with underlying trust issues
I can even collect all the evidence and present it to the congregation
Breadcrumbs of specific details that could be seen as defamation
But instead in our eulogy, I amalgamate my heartbreak into something familiar
Because in my ceaseless pain, the void from my grief appears anything but linear
For these are my feelings and not theirs to bare
They are but side performers in the process of losing something rare

Constantly examining this deep wound, it pierces me to my core
Consigned to be...