I want to...
M
A
K
E
Y O U
immortal in order to never feel as if I was forgetting you....
As I can continue to relive through stored data in my cerebrum
Releasing endorphins as I travel through times of
hands held,
songs danced, and
stories told
Poetry placed into fingertips and art came to life.
They say I have a voice of a poet sorta like you did and...
that side smile
I reenact through wrinkles in time
laughter and uncomfortable coming of age conversations
I replay angry discussions
as we were too much alike to get along
...hot tempered, short fuse and too much pride...getting in the way of growth.
But at the end of the day, we'd cool off sit together read and hear music together
Hang out and hold hands
as I always remained in the shadow of my colossus
Going back to rewind Aesop's Fables and Anansi and cultural tales of history so that I would be wise and knowledgeable of my culture
Retracing childhood
and
pre-teen years
in order to grasp unto every step
taken
beside you
In order to never have a blurry thought
and
keep it machete sharp...
Refusing to replace the terabytes of my neurons with unimportant figures.
Tattooing you into the depths of my spirit.
As I carve you into existence
to keep you alive in memo graphic essence.
I want to...
M
A
K
E
Y O U
immortal in order to never feel as if I was forgetting you....
...in order to never feel
as if I am
running out of ink...
slowly forgetting how to transcribe you....into immortality
...Papi...
08.15.55-01.02.05
©DISorientedDIVA 2013