If I’ve learned anything while in college,
It’s everything you tried teaching me.
Funny thing is
You’re a better teacher in absence.
Your words are like whispered screams
From beyond the past,
And impossible to ignore.
You’ve been the kitchen wall
I measure myself against on my birthday.
You’ve been both
A bag of developmental manure
And pruning sheers.
The sheer impact
Of your matchstick actions resonates
Beyond your now blurry face.
Has become the definition for “catalyst.”
You were the greatest lesson I ever learned.
I sometimes wonder
What you’d think of me now.
It still would never work.
Much has changed,
But some things will never be different.
I’m still too “slow” for you,
Still a hopeless romantic,
A bleeding heart,
An overly articulate mouth.
But I get it now.
I now understand
Sex speaks words where English has none;
That drunkenness is truer than sobriety;
That comedy is a way to cry in public.
I’ve come to understand the
Language of silence and screaming movement
Of which you were so fluent.
I’ve come to understand
What it means to trip through life
And not always fear the fall.