RIP Mr. Riddell

They taught me how to hold a pen,

but you taught me how to write.

And the skies never sounded so beautiful,

except in between your decorated words.

I almost drowned into the ink-blotched pages,

but you pulled me out and told me to dive instead.

Your voice may be lost amongst the ocean breeze,

but your words will sear into the fleshy heart

f o r e v e r