I wrote this poem about my soulmate Mike’s son Aaron. I never had the privilege of meeting him before he lost his battle with colon cancer, but I had the honor of hearing many stories about what an amazing, beautiful, and kind soul Aaron was. This was written in honor of Mike and Aaron.
My beating heart still keeps the time to a score I didn’t choose.
Precious connections lost in time, the two ends not yet fused.
Metronome ticking time off of the song that was your life.
Keeping pace with a Deftones song about a party with a knife.
Vertically lined notes across my page you slipped away from view.
And I couldn’t help my grasping hands still reaching out for you.
You were a perfect tune to me, a precious song within my heart.
And I must admit when I lost you I thought I’d fall apart.
But I remember the life you lived and songs sung without strife.
So I wake up every morning and do this little thing that I call life.