The smartest man who ever was

In a room full of family I remember you clearly

The tall one with the suit 

The carefully chosen outfit of corduroy and blazer

The smartest shoes 

The glasses and the ring on that finger

You never changed 

Always quietly spoken but every word mattered 

A football fan 

Baggies boing boing 

I loved our chats when we got to know each other 

And the way you offered my drink knowing what I wanted 

Your sweet tooth with biscuits but your favourite being the eclair

The way your hair was always perfectly in place 

I’ll miss you because you were true to your word

You sat in your chair with your smiling eyes 

You were always ready to listen to me and give me advice 

I loved your laugh 

Your eyes would smile

You made me feel safe at the lowest moments 

You were so kind and so patient 

You made my God mother happy

You made me happy 

I hope you are now at peace

I hope you are comfortable 

I’m sorry that you had to endure such difficulty in the end 

I will not forget you 

I loved you

Rest easy Eric 

Tightly closed boxes piling as high as the tree

And when your hearts in pieces

And when there’s nothing left

And everything you used to have 

Is filling up the trash 

And when you find yourself silent 

Along comes all the grey

The sadness in our history

Will finally go away

And now I’m thinking of her again

Even though it left me with a stain 

A stain from all those tears

From waiting on your name

To flash up on my phone again 

And make me feel more normal 

For I spent a whole year pining 

And now it feels like a new ordeal 

And now it’s all lay out 

In front of me on the floor

The memories all such pain felt 

All piled high against the wall

The flooding of all these moments 

Fill the rooms with thoughts 

The windows they won’t open 

And the house is getting heavy

It’s such weight on my heart strings 

And such sorrow in my voice

As I watch it all fall away 

In this huge pile at the tip 

The wind will return soon 

And it will blow a gale 

The little bits of paper will all take off and spiral

Within it the ink has written shapes that wrote letters about our love 

All wrapped up tightly as it falls through the night 

And it will finally lose speed and fall to the ground falling to that street where it will never be found 

And one grey Monday night there it is by this hedge

And one person will walk past it 

And the words that were written will never be read