buying
his books, underlining
each
clear cut
diamond of a sentence,
defining
the moment i was in or
had endured.
clarifying
and helping
me to survive.
half my
age,
and now gone.
so young to be so
wise,
and yet with him too,
the demons
won.
from where i sit, i see
the bright
yellow cover on
the shelf.
its light. that will never
die.
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