The soft autumn rain will pelt
The tones and rhythm of your name
And I will miss you Zane Malk.
Though you remain among the living
Doing what it is you do (singing, maybe)
(or dancing) (or maybe you are an actor)
I bury a heavy piece of you today
But only to make you lighter
And so that you may finally learn to play the piano
And so that you may finally get your pilot’s license
And so that you may finally be in a band and become famous
And so that you may finally know yourself
And tell me who you are
For I am unclear (in that regard).
Let your past (which, to be sure, remains unknown to me)
Illuminate your future
Let it light your way ’round and ’round life’s paddock
Let it limn your former achievements (whatever they may be)
(I’m not sure)
So that you may shine anew.
And we may know you Zorb Mulnk
Not as the painter or biologist or tech blogger or
large bearded soccer coach or guy who was biking through the park
yesterday (in tight shorts blasting techno music out of a small speaker) that you were;
But for who you truly are.
I’d love to know.