I miss you
Remember when we
walked witnesses to Jehova,
now witnesses to your comma,
shoe tips kiss
withered legs of night stand,
through the night
our mother stands so still,
that her posted postures passion
with the rising light of dawn
gives birth to a sun dial,

Seconds like sufficated silent screams
seen from underneath a frozen lake,
minutes grasp ankles of hours,
belly draggin across the wall,
to the lower right corner,
of the third quarter,of the third wall,
an arms lenght from where,
our mother's eyes fly,
over the phone,smooth pearl white,
like your neatly tucked hospital sheet
waiting for the ring,an odd crease
a sign of your Life,
but only to continously crash,
this portrait a ricoche of your self casted spell
like cast away your still alive but your death is still felt,

I miss you,
I miss how at bedtime my dreams would only be delayed by Your childish giggles,
I miss You,
I miss those rain drenched days in front of abuelas house
we used leafs as little boats, raced them to the gutters
I miss You
with the same unconditional love that our father waits for his daughter
I miss You
I miss my sister, I miss being your brother.

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76477-OEM-0011903-00102Luis G. Pizarro II