you are everywhere to be felt
and nowhere to be seen.
once in a while, if i’m lucky,
i see you in my dreams.
well...

i see these things because of you
it’s strange to admit, but i know its true...
when your life ended, a part of mine began.
thanks to Benn for capturing that lifespan
the power of your life and the magic of your death
he put it into words when the wounds were still fresh.
you just had too much magic for one vessel to carry,

so, even though it was scary,
you had to spread that magic even
amongst those who you believed in
all things human considered, you were top tier
and, even though you’re gone, you’re always kinda here.
because in your death, you became a permanent feature,

a relentless creature
something to love, but never to fear.

kitara,

the power in that name alone,
impossible to clone.

i use caution when i bring your name to my lips
maybe you should’ve used more caution with your finger tips

before pulling that trigger,

to become little more than a metaphysical figure.
i think you might’ve felt alone in your power,
now you come out during the witching hour,

how did you feel?
were you questioning what was real?
so many unanswered questions
all filled with a lifetime of lessons

well...
some day, we will meet,
someday when my head and heartbeat

will cease.
 

the elegy on your funeral card says
Do not stand at your grave and weep,
you are not there, you do not sleep.
you are a thousand winds that blow,
you are the diamond’s glint on snow,
you are the sunlight on ripening grain,
you are the gentle autumn’s rain.