When a poet dies they will be mourned
by those who loved them,
those who admired them.
Obituaries and eulogies
will be offered, tears
will be shed and memories
will begin to slowly fade
after the short possible
sale spike has run its course.
I am no different
than all of the other mourners
but I take an extra moment
to mourn all of the words
and the ideas the poet
took to the grave, unwritten.