You were remembered today, my friend.
If every day by others, only because
they relied on you
or saw you more often.

I was guilty of
not remembering the day,
only knowing it’s coming up
too soon for others,
but I feel I can remember
other things
besides that last walk
from the city market.

I wish you were still here
I wish I had asked how you were feeling
I hope you met Baudelaire
If your landing
was of your design,
you did.