It saddens me that I didn’t extend a hand to you
when that elbowed reach would have embraced your love:
your offering to the world. I pretend to understand why
when nothing could have kept you safe from all that is out there.
All I have is these scattered moments searching for a reel of cinema
my mind recollects our last true adventure, where, where
you stole the dance floor with your moves, I watched you dance
and wanted you to teach me what came to you like lightening striking a tree.
Dedicated to Bacci, rest in peace.
4 thoughts on “KiKi”
I love the phrase “scattered moments searching for a reel of cinema.” Really nice visual!
Thanks for sharing.
regrets occur often, well done sentiments.
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