We watched a young boy build a sandcastle. Trenches

wide and deep to keep the uninformed out. Towers high as his shoulder to stop the catapult attacks

to his heart. I can see his face filling this trench. The final

touch, a flag, of all colors at the highest point. We walked over with a piece of bark

for a drawbridge and said, “can’t keep them out forever.”

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

singing the same chants.

 

Encore over night

constellation built around

your Voiced dreams.

I can hear you,

 

you sang you were invisible

but I saw you-

I wasn’t the only one.

Tears fall on this day

 

the last day your soothing

dream lifted our ears-

my ears

over the years.

 

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

and I’ll never forget.

 

RIP~