When I think of you
I try to remember your smile,
the ones you wore on each occasion
and the way they stretched across your face
like the way your life
stretched out in front of you.
I listen to hear your voice sometimes,
ears perked to welcome the sweet sound
of the misheard lyrics
and tonedeaf vocals
you generously provided the world
and the silence I hear back
I picture your hands,
always moving, always animated,
always reaching out
to help anyone they could,
to hold anyone who needed support,
to throw lifelines to anyone who was drowning
in a sea of unfamiliarity.
When I think of you,
I forget to be angry sometimes
but I always remember
to miss you.
– one year later