Barely a memory

My fingers are warm

Sunlight turns them reddish gold,

a flash of gorgeous colour

Sandy beaches and the sweeping shadows of palm trees

Night comes, Colours fade to grey,

my hands retreat, hiding in my pockets.

You run away with the setting sun

Hidden in plain sight, I search for you,

but all that remains is a silhouette.

Custody court cuts us loose,

our bodies carried on the waves of your erruption.

Darkness.

Years lost to hazy dreaming

Silent pangs in my heart,

old pictures hidden in shoeboxes.

A necklace I pawned for $40.

A name from a language and culture I do not know, yet am a part of.

A brother to look up to.

A love for honey soaked sweets and fresh garlic.

A mother in survival mode.

A brief shining moment.

Now, barely a memory.

(To say you are dead to me would be wrong. You were always an abstract concept, a mythological existence. Never truly alive, how could you die?)