Memorial

When I go back

to that time and space,

I feel the texture

of the experience

so vividly. My imagination,

is triggered.

.

A picture is painted

containing the both

of our memories,

dreams, inflection points

of experience.

.

I want to go

and share

in the space

we breathed.

.

Do it different.

.

--

.

She loves to help

dad play video games,

go on walks

With our resident

Goddess, Mara dog.

.

Our trips to the playground

vibrate through

my years,

and bring out

the best of what's

left of me. We play

so hard,

.

Ponderosa Park will

never forget

how hard we hit

that playground.

.

Our relational energy

will never dissipate

from these baptismal

points of life.

.

Our love

will breath there,

in these moments

forever.

.

--

.

I see those days

back then. The early days

of our lives, what we took

for love.

.

I breathe the same

metaphorical air.

The memories,

feeling of the laminate

floor and carpet,

the billiards table,

the poker machines

rattling off. Always

extra lucky.

.

Old friends

serving drinks

and the best

food in town.

.

It is hard to think

anything was ever wrong.

.

--

.

I travel back to the future,

here today.

.

I see the grave

.

in my mind. I am standing

in front of it. I feel

my spirit desacrating

the stone,

.

with all my power,

all my love,

all my strength,

.

so no record

of his life ever existed.

Except for the legacy

of the life

of his beautiful

daughter.