RMD

I didn’t know him

personally, that is.

And yet it seemed we shared

a certain

kindred spirit,

of sorts.

Standing quietly by,

watching,

as the leader of the circus

brings the crowds in.

Throwing it all in the face of

what

seemed

right.

Only to emerge with pained laughter

and

bloody swollen bruises,

that heal with time.

He is gone now,

and things won’t be the same.

But his memory will keep me

smiling…

…waiting for time to heal this bloody bruise.

Thank you Ryan.