Sometimes I think of you.
On rainy days
and cold ones.
How are you doing?
When im driving.
In a flash.
What worries you?
When im walking my dog
or sitting beneath a tree.
What’s on your mind?
The thoughts of you now happen less frequently,
but every now and then
I’ll remember
the stolen glances,
the jokes,
the warm feeling,
the deep conversation,
the connection,
the presence,
your presence.
The bigger picture stuff remains clear,
but the little details blur with time.
I don’t remember
The sound of your voice
It’s tone.
The way you speak.
your peculiarities.
Everything you said.
The shoes on you feet.
What your ears look like.
The little things are always the first to leave.
It’s strange how you can run it all back when the wound is still freshest,
but after some time
the score seems more fuzzy
And only certain parts are intelligible.
Time does heal, but not in the way one thinks.
If it were to fully heal maybe I wouldn't think of you at all.
But I don’t think that's the point.
Because we all take parts from each other.
Both students and teachers, we teach and learn from each other.
We inspire one another.
So how could we ever really forget?
I’ll remember a pretty face on the metro
a lot longer than an ugly one on the street because
the effects of beauty and awe are that powerful.
To leave a lasting impression on someone…
I wonder what mine has been.
I wonder what mine will be.
I wonder about you from time to time.
In sweet loving memory.
