yesterday was the one year anniversary of a friend's passing,
my partner's best friend. he was a painter and a large soft
animal and a raucous laugher and a smasher of bottles and a
musicmaker and a whirlwhind of torment and tenderness. i miss him.
i only got to know him for a year and a half. the last thing i
said to him was, i love you, (his name).
he said, i love you too, (my name).
we hugged each other.
he died shorty after a total eclipse, we were all together and
we sang to the sun and moon with machines and other instruments.
i think he was my partner's other half, i feel like i lost the
uncle my children were supposed to have, though i don't have
children yet, and don't know if i will.
he had answers for so many of us, but i guess, not enough
for himself.
i think of you, here. passing plates of couscous,
cucumber,
feta.
you showed me a clip of a boat on water, in italy you said,
'a slice of life.' you had been, there.
