When I smile for others
or remember through tears…
When I remember my brothers
have been dead for years…
I sometimes light candles
not because I believe…
But more for the action
that allows me to grieve.
But this friend’s alive
so candles seem wrong…
And he’s too far away…
Too grave
and headstrong to not make a gesture
without such regret…
So I raise up my lighter,
To honor the fighter,
A nonsmoker smoking his last cigarette.
Written By Jason Wright
October 20, 2011
For David Hull.
I wish I could do more to help.
