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.