Jeff passed away two days after I wrote this poem it was the first of many to come. He was ill from the first day I met him, and he did a great job of hiding his pain from me. I think in his mind it was something that would eventually go away with time. The last weekend we spend together he was weak and I remember feeling darkness around me and complete sadness still the hints didn’t became available until after his death. The following weekend we had dinner plans with friends of mine. When…

April 12th marks the fourth month of the passing of the man I spend a brief time with. It was a wonderful relationship as new relationships usually are. Being with him even if it was a short time was wonderful. And his death turned my life upside down in ways I would have never imagined. All the beautiful emotions are left inside with no one to share them with. Felt as if I…