Pictures of Pictures, Memories of You (a poem)

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Tacoma. Kalispell. The mountain. That big sky.

Some memories refuse to fade. They echo in pictures, in laughter, in the spaces we once inhabited together. This is for you—for the moments we had and the ones we never got to.

Pictures of Pictures

Pictures of pictures, processed,
synthetic echoes of the natural,
attached to a memory,
a taxonomy, a content,
a tear and a tightening in my chest,
thinking of you,
dropping down—
you hit your head,
don’t go,
no, it’s too early, man;
your spirit was rad,
but why you have to go and do that?

We could have had more—
tough-looking pictures,
more smiles and wild fare.
Peace to you, amigo;
your passion was noted,
and in honor, I inhabit it.

Punching it out in the basement,
little man,
I was just that older crazy cuz.
We boxed that day,
just before that last photo.

The whisper of you lingers,
Superbowl Sunday—
we pour one out;
your memory, still very alive,
inside this soul emote.

Tacoma,
Kalispell,
the mountain,
that big sky,
rest in peace, Travis.

Some losses hit differently. Some spirits never truly leave.
We remember.
We honor.
We carry forward.

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