Michael...you wouldn't know how this piece created a hollow in my heart too...this is painful to read because it is so beautiful. You have a unique way of expressing feelings...and you know how the pauses in here just compounded the sadness.
I could not nominate anymore, used up all... but nominated or not this is a surely splendid work. Love, love, love this.
Everyone else's comments here have said what I like about this poem, but here is what I loved:
"Your radiant personality; so rich and colourful,
like that of a rose; unfurling; bursting
with beauty; with warmth that
blossomed your affection.
Petals; brushed your
Not only the words, but the way in which you cleverly shaped the stanza. A rose is described as unfurling and bursting with beauty, yet the stanza shrinks to form an arrow head that points down to the word "But". It's like an oxymoron of emotion and imagery - like something blooming into destruction. I love subtleties like this, whether they're intentional or not, though I'm sure this was as there's too many cues there for it to have been an accident.
Seeing as everyone is out of nominations, I'll take the honour of nominating it. I should also thank Mel for asking me to read this. Great write, my friend. You have it down to an art.