To My Songbird

Our love went on like an unwatered plant.  Without the sustenance needed to survive.  I mourn the conversations we postponed, texts that should have been phone calls, the drinks we should have had laughs over.  I miss the adolescent I knew and I pray for the woman I watched grow. I hold in my heart the spirit that could never die in any realm.

By Shaun Liriano

RIP Martine