Father figured

“I will be the one who loves you

Till the end of time”, said he, tenderly

As he plunged headfirst into a pool

of multi-coloured bittersweet harmonies,

Drinking and drugging and dreaming up

Thousands of lyrical discoveries for me

For you and everyone else, to excess,

In spite of himself,

Until he could no longer

Educate us in the ways of the heart,

Especially one that fails.

On Christmas Day, given to us.

Let’s not give it to anyone else.

Farewell, George.