No one can write like you
the words spill out
my polished heart renewed.

Gleaming and cracked
you gave to take.

It was sound
sunk into my flesh
made my soul bleed
made hope manifest.

Who saw when you practiced
The lined fingers
The bitten pencil?

Teresa and Jeff,
bodies aflame with
crest and trough,
knew a passion,
words afire.

To end the note
with tenuous line
shifted fingers
the honest die.