Fearful of the world around you, you sought refuge within yourself.
Introverted yet bold enough to share your insights with all of us.
An unlikely prophet we followed.
I felt your pain so deeply that it became part of my own.
And even though you are gone, that pain still lingers.
I don't think it will ever go away.
I wished and prayed that it was all a dream.
But when I woke with swollen eyes, and ache in my head, and a corner piece of my puzzle missing I knew it was real.
You're not coming back and I feel I've changed because of that.
Grieving, I try and ask why.
Knowing all along just why.
You've been telling us for years.
Selfishly we put in on display and called it art.
