Loss

I dedicate this poem to a good friend of mine who died in his mid thirties unrepentantly. I never understood the saying, "we had a loss.." "I lost my friend" People you love are never lost...I know Ray is always with me.

People aren’t like car keys,
Or lunch money,
Or telephone numbers.
You can’t lose them.
Once you have them,
Really know them,
You own them.
The mind,
The heart,
The soul…
Are like safety deposit boxes.
They keep your most valuable memories locked inside.
Just turn the key,
Touch, feel, and breath,
All the special people,
That you have treasured enough to put in.

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