Roger...

courtesy: abideandseek.com

The last thing you sent me was a smile.

On September the 14th to be exact.

I had logged on to confirm

what I had just heard

and I felt guilty that

I hadn't been on in a while...

Even though our meetings

over the time

we had been friends

were always intermittent,

surprising, crazy,

and for both of us

always left an impact

of encouragement that

was for me always timely.

I re-read the history

of our entire internet conversations;

where we reminisced on our lives

past and future

and intended collaborations

that as I read and re-read

I realised we had already done

without intending to

inside the playful soul of

our interactions.

I couldn’t do much

to not cry...

Retrospect

unlike the solemn now

was never blind

because when we each

began our poetic

commentary

we always did finish

each other's lines.

We just never realised

and I probably wouldn't ever have

till

now...

Like when you once said in farewell;

"Ok  well,

let me leave it to you then my dear

Trod on though,

through lines on white trees

and keys connected to screens that scream

with your touch..."

and I replied;

"The poet has remained effective

and has revived in him a muse

for one who had been far away

but never forgot his depth and

mastery of talent never refused...

Thanks Roger stay in touch."

And you said;

"Its all you

your spirit reminds me

of who I once was"

To which I replied;

"once was?

.never.

will always be

.forever."

You were modest

about your words and talents

and sometimes even doubtful

but your depth of spirit

was divinely given

and inspired me to be hopeful.

You were an encourager.

You told me to

stop being selfish with my words

if its God-given, use it.

In your own way you changed the world.

I had asked you once

the reason why

I still didn't have a book

in my hands

with your name on it.

But the life you lived

was your script

bound in the Truth

which were your cover pages...

Its only been half an hour

I'm still hardly absorbing

the news

but you know words are my comfort

and to honour you

my wordsmith...

is one of the best ways I know

how to use;

and when I'm

finished writing this rambling prose

I'm going to go through my CD's

I know that I've saved in the stacks

somewhere recorded samples from

our old MSN conversations

of you and your guitar singing for,

and along with me.

You were suppose to play at my wedding...

but

God needed you back.

and knowing you,

you'll start a band...

The last thing you sent me

was a smile

Exactly on September 14th,

And I've got to be content with that.

My Inspiration: +Roger Nankishore  

Update:

In the end I didn't have to look through those CD's
It's amazing...
I had created a folder with your name months ago
with the intent of sorting through and making music
from our memories....

 

© KohylahPiper 2015