John S. "Johnny" CLARKE

"I Didn´t Feel It Break" I didn´t feel it break not the way people think. It wasn´t one big shatter. It was slow. Cruel. A ripping from the inside out. I was still breathing when it happened, still standing, still moving, but something inside me was screaming so loud the world went quiet. My heart didn´t just crack it splattered. It burst under the weight of a name I still whisper every night. His name. My child. I tried to hold it together, press the pieces to my...

Johnny, it´s been almost 15 years since I held you in my weary arms, yet you remain at the center of every wild thing I love. You aren´t just the echo of my years gone by you´re the sunlight trembling through new leaves today, the hush leaning against my shoulder in the quiet field before tomorrow morning. You are kindness, caught like dew in the grass under my feet, next week and gentleness, singing low with the river as it passes over the small stones of sorrow. As...

I miss you it starts in the depths of my soul and builds like a volcano erupting into a zillion atoms looking for you everywhere in a time not a time a place not a place wishing I could find you and breathe life back into you...

I love you so much. I miss you so much. Please be with me Thursday.