By Mac Guerreiro
Eye didn’t know you, not like they did. Eye never spent time with you outside of this little world we all shared aside from the odd walk to our cars or when eye’d sit with you while you folded napkins at the end of a shift. Eye know you appreciated my poetry in spite of nearly always needing translations. Eye know you had a good heart. Eye know your choice to leave us is one eye may never understand. Eye’ve yet to to shed tears though eye’ve come close, but maybe eye’ll let those come out when they’re ready. Looking through your photos, it’s tough to remember anything aside from your smile. How you’d give me shit when eye shared some “spiritual” info that you weren’t aware of. Eye don’t know what it was that made your soul choose to go, but eye trust your choice. This world will continue to turn as you transition into whatever you choose to experience next.
Eye didn’t know you like they did, but eye got to see into your heart… and it’s one this planet will miss. Thank you for coexisting with us, we were all better for it.