You stepped out the front door of the Dakota,
And they never saw you again.
You’d saved it for another day,
Then floated away.
We tried not to understand.
But we did.
Now, a decade older than you ever let yourself be,
We still do.
We hope you found peace beneath the roar.
And we’ll not forget you.
When you sang, your hymns found us.
Wrapped us.
And those tiny changes,
You made them.
We want you to have known that.
You’re making them still.
Your words,
Cracked into our ears,
Come with us,
Even now,
Even though you’re away.
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"While I'm alive, I'll make tiny changes to Earth." - Scott Hutchison
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