Making you....Immortal

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

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