Case Closed

16 Jan

I heard someone once say…

you can’t put your arms around a memory.

I’ll never let that get the better of me,

for in a dream you walk the streets,

spray can in your hand

asking the world if it were “FREE?”


Desolate streets, hours past midnight

feeling invincible with no one in sight,

Tagging “SK” on concrete walls of buildings

Just laughing throughout the night


Carefully, methodically constructing rhymes

written to the melody, sounds and beat,

made by the tones of your Nike, Air Force Ones

as they rhythmically pound on the street.


A wildly ridiculous contagious laugh

in which everyone around you knows,

a dark hole exists in everyones soul now

love we all have for you, positively shows.


Missing that creativity consuming my life

all the more and more each day,

every time I come up with a new beat to share

well… there’s not much more I can say.


I will forever carry the memories with me

remembering the loyalty and love you’ve shown,

with your infamous Woozy Goose tattoo on my leg

I will never walk these desolate streets alone…


Miss you Casey, Aka: Case Closed, Woozy Goose



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @



Posted by on January 16, 2018 in Family, poetry, writing


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35 responses to “Case Closed

  1. Stigma Unraveled

    January 16, 2018 at 9:56 am

    You are a brilliant writer! You give me chills every time. Bravo!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      January 16, 2018 at 10:00 am

      Thank you so much. That’s very nice to say. Very appreciative of the kind words and for stopping by and reading/liking/commenting. Means a lot. 👍

      Liked by 1 person

  2. *Andrada Anitei*

    January 16, 2018 at 1:11 pm

    That’s some praise! The way you shed the light on your friend is beautiful!

    Liked by 2 people

    • Joseph Emerson

      January 16, 2018 at 1:14 pm

      Thanks. We just lost him in October.. He’s one of those people you see on every corner. Sadly it’s not him.

      Liked by 1 person

      • *Andrada Anitei*

        January 16, 2018 at 1:16 pm

        I had a hunch… Too much emotion there… I’m so sorry for your loss!

        Liked by 2 people

  3. stoner on a rollercoaster

    January 16, 2018 at 2:55 pm

    For poetry like these i just say painfully beautiful beautifully painful..
    I wish they could see what we feel after them…

    Liked by 2 people

  4. iampharaohmaktuk

    January 16, 2018 at 9:37 pm

    Not sure if he’s lost or not, but if so RIP. Love the rhythm of your words while they maintain their profundity.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Quillpen

    January 16, 2018 at 9:43 pm


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  6. Quillpen

    January 16, 2018 at 9:48 pm

    Making one emotional through your words. Brilliant writer you are.

    I am sorry for your loss.🙁

    Liked by 3 people

    • Joseph Emerson

      January 16, 2018 at 9:52 pm

      Thank you so much for the encouragement and the kind words about Casey. That means a lot.


  7. tanjabrittonwriter

    January 16, 2018 at 10:07 pm

    I feel your loss in your beautiful words. So sorry.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. d i l i p

    January 16, 2018 at 10:36 pm

    Beautifully written, Joseph. Really sorry for your loss. I lost my close friend when I was in school. Now I am out of school, out of college, and a few years have passed by, but even now, the memories keep coming back. Painful, yes. But somehow it’s a good feeling to know that my friend is safely tucked away in my thoughts hopefully never to disappear.

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    • Joseph Emerson

      January 16, 2018 at 10:38 pm

      Very nice of you to say. Thank you so much. Sorry to hear about your friend as well. No other way to say it other than, it sucks! I sometimes feel left behind.

      Liked by 1 person

  9. Dahlia

    January 17, 2018 at 9:51 pm

    Very poignant and moving

    Liked by 2 people

  10. Shreya Jindal

    January 18, 2018 at 6:40 am

    I have nominated you for the photography challenge. check out my blog for further details.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Vinz

    January 19, 2018 at 6:16 am

    Wow! Perfect… What a sweet posthumous note

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      January 19, 2018 at 6:23 am

      Thank you. Much appreciated.. Confession….. I just googled posthumous hah


  12. bethanyk

    January 21, 2018 at 9:06 pm

    It’s like I was right there and know him like a brother. I don’t want him to be gone

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      January 21, 2018 at 9:15 pm

      Thank you. It’s still unreal. Some people are just so amazing… funny, loyal… pains in the butt, but always have your back when you need it. Right now his Philadelphia Eagles look like they’re gonna go to the super bowl. He has the best seat in the house.


      • bethanyk

        January 21, 2018 at 9:23 pm

        Wow. You do have a way with words.
        My friend Laura passed away years ago and she stays with me. Little thoughts here and there. Rainbows, and baseball bats. You’re right. Some people just have that way that you never will forget and you wouldn’t want to

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      • Joseph Emerson

        January 21, 2018 at 9:27 pm

        Thanks. Sorry to hear that. It’s never easy. I’m still in that fresh stage where I see him standing on every street corner I pass, and it upsets me…


      • bethanyk

        January 21, 2018 at 9:30 pm

        Oh I’m soooo sorry. That is raw and so painful.
        I’m currently in the …something sad happens,, or something really cool happens, and i KNOW she’d think it was awesome or support me and listen to me, but she’s gone and no one got me like she did. So there just isn’t anyone to tell. So it’s a put my head down and say fuck she’s gone moment.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Joseph Emerson

        January 21, 2018 at 9:34 pm

        Well in a strange way she is listening and supporting you, since she is still in your head during those moments. When you wanna tell her something or you think about what her reaction to something would be… in a way “She” has a presence…


      • bethanyk

        January 21, 2018 at 9:35 pm

        Pretty cool when you think about it. And I do. I’m sure you do too based on him having the good seats for the game

        Liked by 1 person

      • Joseph Emerson

        January 21, 2018 at 9:37 pm


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  13. timhuw

    January 24, 2018 at 2:23 am

    I lost my real brother to drugs in 1971.
    A long time ago.
    He was probably bipolar, I definately am.
    Living with/without him shaped my life.
    Discovering all I could about him and myself by discovering how to be alive with bipolar became my lifes task.
    Anyone can do it.
    Just listen to the teachers.
    Especially the dead ones.

    Liked by 1 person


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