Box of clothes (RIP Uncle)

memorys and gifts moments i'd trade for another conversation

minutes and seconds I'd give for your advice and why i feel and hear

things so strangely and differently?

open away and the rain pours over me and no umbrella can take away

the overflow that reminds me of you

this day was bound to come and yet the soul at times feels

overwhelmed and unsure how to digest and yet another day

waits upon me and time to move along, however in a down time

situation all i see is a reminder of a box of clothes and not the soul

who wore them directly and yet the rays of you are felt in spirit