Day 12

The threads on your purple hat are unraveling
In the picture on my desk

Dear boy
Your orange shirt sets your
Copper skin on fire
The neon lights of the office
Reflecting in your eyes
Your shallow gaze
Glues me to this moment
as a swift kick to the chest

I remember your bare feet
In the knee high grass on
the foot hills of the Himalayas

your lungs were green
as you ran laughing
past my own labored steps

you were my innocence

off the mountain I placed my feet,
a child of Sherpas and the fog of
new beginnings