Suspiciously like the sound…
Or the feel of wet pavement and that hole in your shoe
What it was like when he cried as a baby,
Or his laugh as a young boy.
They say smell is the strongest sense of memory
or Wipe his hair from his eyes and hand him ice cream
And breath forming fog on the snowy morning
And walk with him on the sand.
or Hear his voice and the frustration
To toss him one more time to hear that laugh
And pick up after him
Try to remember when he learned how to drive
Or his notes on that trumpet
And our trip to Arizona
The sparks of a campfire rising for a moment into a black desert sky
And merging with the countless stars