A poem for you, Jonny Boy
A poem for you, Jonny Boy
There's a Jonny-shaped hole in my life
where you used to be
and only you can fill it.
And yet, yet, you do
For your Spirit is Living, and it is you.
What is this Jonny-shaped hole?
It is full of your wonderful Jonnyness,
as Jonny as only you could be,
as wonderfully Jonny as you were always meant to be.
More alive than most people I have ever known.
It is full of our conversations, colourful and bright,
your humour and affectionate smile.
It is full of your banter,
the sparring words
beneath them all your infinite kindness,
your generous heart.
I am told that life will
"grow around the grief"
"grow around the grief"
- and the grief will remain.
So life will grow around this Jonny-shaped hole,
my friend.
I am sad.
But I am glad
for the Jonny-shaped hole;
I am grateful for the things in it.
Though I wish you were here.
But since you are ahead of us now,
my friend,
I will be forever grateful for the Jonny-shaped hole
that you have given us;
I will treasure it.
What to do with the hole, though, Jonny?
I will fill it
with conversations about you,
with conversations about you,
friendships with those you love,
fond memories of ridiculous moments
photographs
photographs
tears, yes, tears,
but, more than that,
with love.
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