A sudden random thought as I read something a friend wrote...
It suddenly struck me, we design our own crosses in the end, one is like this:
Loss of friendship heavy as ebony,
Details carved intricately, I can never forget,
Memories glow as a lacquer, brightness burns the eyes.
I want to throw it from me, but then I can't let it go....
And so I carry you always with me, my cross.
