Honor to Potential
Honor should be brought to the dead,
For the things they did do,
And for the things they couldn’t.
Their potential is what makes them so special,
What really sparks the flames of grief in other’s hearts.
And the absence of them is the reminder,
The memories that flick between your thoughts.
The reminder of what used to be,
And the reminder that there could never be more of them.
In potential,
And in memory.
They’re no longer there.
But they can always be in a better place.
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