sadness
comfort
sorrow
He was ..
a cool blue washed over the heat of life
the cold wind that stung the back of my throat
an embrace neighboring the heart
the 4am adventure tattooed in my brain
the unfathomably deep aroma of cologne you’d get lost in
the first i’d cradled with my adoration
the first i’d kissed
the first sepulture i’d attended my teenage years.
He was ..Raymond.