Ten Years

The way the light dances
On the edge of the silver spoon
Vibrant, thousands of colors within
Reminds me of you
How your sapphire eyes gleamed
How you captivated the world,
Simply with a smile

I can’t remember the gentle ring of your voice anymore
Nor the way your hugs felt
Were they warm? Comforting?
It feels like you’re slipping
Out of mind and out of existence
The stead-fast hero has bowed out
And called for a changing of cast
As if somehow the replacement would suffice
As if his presence meant little to the world around him

It’ll be ten years this May.
And yet, here you are, lying in the mahogany box.
Blue and white sweater, khakis pants, hair part like an adult.
You weren’t even cold,
Just cool marble skin.
The bruises around your throat
Remain even after ten years.