Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor

The ink was heavy when first it bled,

A silent mark, a prayer unsaid.

But now it pulls upon my skin-

Each line a name I hold within.

No letters carved, no dates to trace,

Just echoes of laughter time can’t erase.

Your cross grew too heavy, I’ll carry it from here,

Through all of life’s sadness, and all of its cheer.

For grief is love with nowhere to go,

But I’ll walk with your light, steady and slow.

This cross bears weight, but it also shines—

A memorial made of shadows and lines.

So rest, my friend, as we raise a glass —

To a life that ended too goddamn fast.