Perhaps the saddest thing is that the world continues spin, despite it being somehow emptier. Its us who are forced to stopped... choking down the truth as the hard swallow of reality sets in and makes us question if its okay to breathe yet. Zaccheus Jackson Nyce, you had a smile bigger than a goddamn sunrise. Your work would often make the hairs on my arms stand on end... as if it was not enough for me to give you an ovation... every single part of me had to participate in gratitude. Without knowing it, you helped me find what was missing from my own work. I wish I had told you that... I wish I knew you better. We always had plans to spend time together... even as I grew further away from the community, you continued to invite me into your life. Our schedules always seemed to ping pong and I let opportunities go by thinking it will happen when it happens. I wish I had cast aside more engagements... now youre gone and I remember that time is the only currency worth a damn, and it should be spent on those who mean something to you. Why am I constantly forgetting this? At almost 4 in the morning I sit alone in my bedroom. No one in my small town knew you. No one I talk to here will understand. I cannot define you for them... you were someone to be experienced... like a ride that we all had to be strapped into. I watch my tiny screen fill up with pain from so many... you were so loved Zac... you are so loved. All of these tiny vigils... as if our hearts have all burst into flame trying to make ourselves as warm as you made us all feel. I will not forget you, poet.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 11:07:27 +0000
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