Courtesy of Amy Winehouse Productions
You found your way back among us,
had you ever left?
I remembered you in the way life
choose to grace you with beauty
and voice to sing, your voice
could do many things.
Hair dark as the night sky,
sun-kissed, it radiates a
silver-gold blue hue as it
reflects true beauty.
Piled upon your head or
falling askew, it was your
persona that radiated true.
My eyes swallowed your painted
treasures that I would never
fully see, as I measured the
path of switchbacks you seemed
only to see.
I longed to share a cigarette
with you as the smoke curled from
your lips, I would place my face
close to yours and lips would
The tendril of blue-white smoke
would enter into your body, my
face pressed close to your soft
lips as you waited for me to draw
it from your mouth.
Slowly, you would yield the smoke
as eyes slowly close, we shared
what lovers do so often pressing
nose to nose.
I know it is not a perfect thing,
I refuse to be offended, offense
is a relative thing by those who
refuse to mend broken fences.
When you left it was the pain
that losing could suddenly bring,
were we lovers or even friends
your phone would nightly ring.
Torn away, I imagined your
beautiful innocence as like
a child dazzled by the white
light you continued towards it
with glee, no more hurts, pain,
uncertainty or strife this world
no more will see you sing.
How joyous might be the reunion
as a new voices aids the angels,
so pure now of thought you
understand all, even to why
I was musing.
The pundits claim after the fact
they knew that you were losing,
or was the pain too much for your
fragile body that even Earth knew
it was your own choosing.
I see you again and my heart lifts
as again the world needs cleansing,
will we ever hear a voice like yours
again that can burn with beauty as a
fire than can be singeing.