cold like fire

cold like fire

A Poem by Cory Barrett


When he died 
we all knew it was coming
and the cancer in the lungs
told a story far longer
than any he told us.

And I'll miss you Bruce.

Maybe it was the New York
in you that was cold like fire,
or may be it was the kitchen.

You've been dead 2 weeks now,
and I've not sat down till know
to give you what you had coming.
I'll miss you, but more over
I will not forget you.  
And that more than we 
could ever ask for.
You kept you end of the favor,
and I will keep mine.
I don't hope you rest in peace,
raise a little hell too.

© 2019 Cory Barrett

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This is very moving Cory and I can't say anything that Kelly and Jacob haven't already.
Being remembered like this is rare. Most people don't have poetry written about them so this is a wonderful way to be remembered.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Your closing line says it all, Cory. Losing a close friend is much like losing an arm, leaving you feeling hopeless without it. Friendship leaves an impression that remains indelible upon the heart. I'm sure he'll always be with you!

Posted 1 Year Ago

yes, raise a little hell is good advice...

he would appreciate this...I relate in that i lost a few really close friends way back...they were young..we were young..death didn't really make sense...i still miss them so much.
and i have the NY in me for sure...but it's been so long, it has grown somewhat cold.
really strong emotion here, Cory...


Posted 1 Year Ago

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