Poem to Nate

Oh Nate,
When I see a picture of you, it’s not flat.
It has depth, but a depth that is multi-dimensional.
It extends within me, to where you are in my heart.
It extends through the paper, like you were real, and there to touch.
It extends through time, and I apply all the memories of your life up to the point of that picture.
It extends beyond where I can see, like you’re near me, but still somewhere else.
It extends beyond touch, like you fill me and surround me, but I can’t feel you.