I hope haikus are
sufficient. A sonnet
was too challenging.
You first met at his
mother’s funeral. That day
it sparked into life.
He wanted to let
his heart decide. Instead,
he let society.
Sometimes he didn’t
want to talk to you; he had
not the confidence.
He was honest with
you. He told you what he would
tell nobody else.
He could never kill
you. He fought for and against
ev’rything he loved.
He knew your style well.
He had worked with you before.
He defeated you.
But he trusted you.
He was true to you, because
he loved you, Gellert.