Like You

Writing that still gets read long after you die,
that’s pretty great. Especially with an mp3
recording of it in your own voice. Go high
up the charts of social networking likeability.

One needn’t’ve been the first blog on the scene
or the best or the most informative or unique
to draw hits after the fact. When your screen
goes blank, what will mine of yours still speak?

Make me want to write poetry like you made
until the end, that keeps on dreaming new
images and music long after. Had you stayed
but one night more, they’d’ve called me you.

It leaves you irrevocably changed. Nothing’s the same
as greatness that’s when they call it using your name.

written for Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest?
at the Daily Post

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