I see poetry in places you might not expect.

In your texts, supporting a friend in need.

Hoping your words will be just in time.

 

When you think you’re wasting time

but realize, abruptly, the thing you’re doing

is feeding your soul in a way you hadn’t counted on.

 

Or when someone reaches down

into a dark place, fighting back fear,

and brings back something unexpected,

 

maybe a vanquished demon, or a beautiful epiphany.

But most of all, for me, poetry resides in kindness.

It’s what I will remember most about you.