Eric

Eric

A Poem by odhiambo
"

memories of a long dead friend

"

Erick

 

 

And

He told me his name was Erick,

A rail of a boy with watery brown eyes,

 And teeth that were made for laughing

He smelled all man,

Like water and soap,

And musk,

 and shavers,

  And a little sweat.

We would sit together talking music,

And hosting music,

And just enjoying each other,

And He told me he was straight,

 And I guess I never quite got the courage to say anything,

Not that I could let him have me if he wanted,

And that I was even gay,

And then he went away to Mombasa.

And the next thing I heard he was dead,

 And I was no longer in kisumu,

And the laptop that had recorded his voice had been stolen,

But his goody two shoes brother is still a friend.

Rest in peace Erick,

You left a dent in my heart.

And….

© 2009 odhiambo


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genius ending, heart stung piece, hard to breathe over the sentiment as its layed beore your eyes and it reads so well, this honesty that hurts, oh, damn, you're good, great poem it feels heavy with emotion but light to read and know.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A very sad but very beautiful poem. I liked the way it ended and began with "and..." because it made it seem like there was someone actually speaking the words and becoming choked with emotion. A good reminder that we might not always know how much we touch other people. Very well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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