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Michael

In life
I see you in a Phoenix pub
on a downtown sidewalk
In my son's kindness
his laugh
one feature at a time.
I feel you
In my broken moments
an insight
a whisper
of hope
and compassion.
In my dreams
we speak in supermarket aisles
in voids
in places I can't remember in the morning
but the conversation
is always the same:
You are alive.