Least Read Memorial Poems

What then, is the epilogue
for this life of ink and blood

That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still

just have mud

I
I told you not to,
Told you dont you ever leave me alone,
Still you didnt listen and made me go through,
This shadow of you that hunt me day and night,
As i see you in everything that i do,
You were my friend, my lover, my best nemesis, as we battled across and make out after a rough fight,
I know,
i know what you would say to me,
You would look at me with those puppy big eyes and that smile that bright up the room,
You would get closer and hold my face in your hands, and tell me,

"Its ok,
 to miss me" ...

I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.

I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.

Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.

And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.

I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...