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The memory of him is as clear As it is distant and faded The edges of the memory are in tatters But the edges are still sharp The cut of them still stings Even as the wound is healed There are things I remember Things only that he and I would know Things... Things that I'm sure he forgot I remember the taste of him The taste of tabacco and crisp winter air I remember the feel of him Calloused hands and inked skin I remember the laugher The deep bellow that echoes I remember the car rides together To places unknown I remember holding hands as he wove through traffic Like an impatient bee His tail lights sparking much rage

The cigarette burns The lungs yearn And the moon hangs high Watching as smoke rings float lazily by Like insubstantial jellyfish on the breeze On their way to lunar seas [[STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION]]