Another poem

[the aspar]

It's been almost two weeks, now, and everything I've wanted to say has already been said. In a way, that's nice, because it saves me the pain of articulating myself, and it also reminds me that I'm not alone. I had planned to go to the memorial tomorrow, but sadly I would not be able to pay my way home.

In light of that, I'm not going to write out a long summary of what Dio means to me and how lost and disoriented I feel without him. That's just part of living in the same world that he did, and you all know what it's like.

But here is a poem I wrote a few days after Ronnie moved on:

A cold wind on an empty glass
Which left alone for songs so strong
Has found itself an ancient friend
Who feels the world has gone all wrong

And as as the past comes rushing in
To fill a void so strangely real
The feeling is like falling for
forever, unless time might heal this.

Recall the times I'd feel alone
Your voice broke through the dark of night
It seemed you'd live forever and
The world would be alright

"This is your life," you sang me once
And how I'd laughed for joy back then
"Let it be magical," you wrote
And that it was, my brilliant friend

If this all has been a dream
Then where are you? Come wake me up
But if I'm walking through the day
Then show me why, and wish me luck

There truly is a road less worn
And men like you took running starts
I don't expect it ever ends but
I can't see you through the dark