four years
to the day
yesterday
so open
we all were such lilting
young lungs that tattered
guitar twangy strings
hunched over in constant
tuning how is it
that I can see you
cradled over acoustic
body going back & forth
hands up
& down
all along
fret board
a chord a series of notes curls unfolding in a sway of
afternoon light
certainly
your voice yet now
when I see an old photo
of you
there is
hush
as if replaying memory on mute
four years since
you died almost 30 years since we lived in
the same house
dogwoods in bloom
like we used to see in Jersey
the cherry blossoms
in a day or so
will be mostly
leaves
but today is
not Jersey
not Eugene just me
sun obscured by apartment buildings
but the light still floods,
with an open window
on a spring morning
setting your ghost free to breathe
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gorgeous, as ever ❤️
Heartbreaking and beautiful