Posthumous crush

I missed you and now I miss you

I wish I could have known you

before the day the music died again



I knew your face like Laura Palmer’s

but teenage Angst was never my scene

Now, I’m ready to appreciate

the things you did

and I’m walking in Memphis

under the grey Seattle sky

wasn’t able to meet you, so

I follow the traces into the past



A morbid fascination

for a tragedy that happened

long before my time

The flame that burned

twice as bright

but halve as long

didn’t fade away.