Riot

He was a riot 

Laugh so hard you could die

Loot his words till 

They were drenched in tears

No trace of the fire 

He spit

He made you remember 

What it felt like

To laugh your way into cardiac arrest

Hearts skipping beats

Like a broken metronome 

Arrhythmia

A Rhythm, me, I can’t find again

Let’s make-up

So I can catch the beat again

Can’t gloss over the past

But in the future,

We can take our masks off

Again.