I wrote a poem on this gray day

Looking back

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I miss you

And your porch green floors

The crisp pin-striped softness

For sleepless train-lulled wishes.

Stick shift wind blown

As God shuffled His feet

Creating rhythm in the void

Hugged by third floor heat.

And oh, that smiling blond-haired boy

Having one of each

You were broken, yet moved on

Seeking order within reach.

Questioning room with

Red bicycle and Hockney print decor

A folder marked 'ideas worth doing'

Boldly adding more.

You can accomplish anything

So many see

But you.

I picked you out,

But dared not ask

If you recognize me too.