"When you stop talking about the people you have lost..."
For Tom
Fall's flames freed your soul
Fall's leaves conjure your spirit
Fallen, you still speak.
~~~
For the Vocal Falling Leaves Challenge.
This poem encapsulates the brief flash of fire, warmth, and brilliance that was Tom Brad, my brother-I-never-met-in-person.
Dear Vocal Community; what we lost in that flash on September 27, 2021; that glimpse of something beautiful before it was gone.
I miss you, my friend.
There isn't a piece of fiction that I write where I don't feel you explaining that a short story is a slice that leaves the reader wanting more.
That was you, Tom. You left us wanting more.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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