I see your picture, and close my eyes.
I feel your soft hair under my fingertips.
I feel your shoulders and back under my hand.
I feel your kiss upon my left cheek.
I hear you asking for a cracker.
How has it been 2 years my son?
How do I feel this tension between
remembering you like it was yesterday I put you to bed,
but like forever since I played with you?
Ani's condition reminds me every day,
and if I let it, nearly every moment I'm with her,
that you're somewhere else. I'm reminded
that I want to be there with you.
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