A title of his poem,

suggested title for his book

relatable more than ever.

I remembered when I first heard

the news.

All regrets of the words

I meant to say to you, but hadn’t.

The shy poet writing in her notebook

was too shy to tell the popular wrestler

how she felt in high school.

I speak them now to a Mass card

attached to a wall with your picture.

 

 

Still  I can’t wrap my heart in acceptance

even though my mind knows you’re gone.

Each moment in every day I shed silent tears

invisible

know you hear them.