In Loving Memory Of

I remember
before the
the obituary
people dressed
in black
your final

I recall
a time when
were made
to be kept
living was

There was no
in loving memory of
in fact
to be frank
I never knew then
the precise date
of your birthday

You had a great
sense of humor
but strayed away
from ingenuity

We all thought
that after the death
of your brother
you would have
walked the other way

I miss you
you died
just like him
living life
in a stamp bag
and for that
you’ve become
just another cliché

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh, using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. His book, F.D.A. Approved Poetry, is available at Amazon. Read other articles by Michael.