Feelin’ downcast, feelin’ down, staring empty at the ground
Eyelids drooping, face a frown, don’t want anyone around
Silent now the youthful sounds, buried underneath the brown
Earthen packing ‘round the crowns, clutching firm the ones who drowned.

Frigid waters licking clean the wounds from all the years between like
Hockey games for skating teens who spilled their blood upon the scene
Too tall and lean without protein who turned into glass figurines and
In the river then careened, from off the bridge to submarines.

Raindrops fall upon the faces of all who knew your favorite places
Classrooms where you tied the laces, churches where you said your graces.
Loved ones whom you gave embraces walk the diamonds and the spaces,
Fields where you ran your races all the way around the bases.

Sorrows end if we pretend to know the answers to commend
About the letters never penned, the precious lack of time to spend
With no more chance your wounds to mend or to become a better friend
Searching now to comprehend the flowing river water’s end.

Feelin’ downcast, feelin’ down, staring empty at the ground
To the west beyond the mound, the howl of that single hound,
A hollowness, in shape of sound, for all the living to confound
Of all the sorrows that abound, you could have shared what you had found.

If only you had stuck around.

–In Memory of Paul Curry

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