22 Apr 2025 Tue

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.