I learned of his passing
one month after it happened -
a Thursday morning otherwise
consumed with insomnia and
thoughts of work and suddenly
my career didn't seem quite
so important, nor my sleeplessness,
nor my knowledge of either. I
wondered, in the way one does
before sunrise, if his were the last
images I would ever truly love.
I wondered if I would
ever remember again
without thinking of him.
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