I wanted to run upstairs and have a coffee with you.

I wanted to be annoyed by your music spilling from your window.

I wanted to touch my bedroom wall and simply feel that you were within reach as you have been for the past 4 years in La Noria on the third floor, I the second, together on a roof.

Look! The stars are so close, dark matter too, we suppose. My song, then yours, taking turns in the evening chill before we return to the open door. The sky is really something special even though for you it is an after thought, and the mountains are our witness, they breathe the cigarette cirrus puffs that float from our stupid tongues; moonlit ghosts appear. Silent souls drift into sleep before laughter re-unites them in a familiar love.

Today I cried and you weren’t here to rub my back and share your words so divine I think you a God of Light (you are). But something strange from beyond doesn’t let me forget, you’ve been with me since before this lifetime and are never truly far away.

But no longer seeing your smile when I tap on your window pane is going to take some getting used to.

July 1, 2025

Oaxaca, Oaxaca, México