I’ve never met you.
But there are a lot of things I want to tell you.
Trains and books.
Music and toys.
Manmade satellites and humans’ greed.
Raindrops and capitalism.
There are a lot of things to talk about.
There are a lot of minerals and stars, ready to be named.
There are complex issues, wanting to be solved.
There is a lot of love, worth living.
And you know, there are a lot of trees (and clouds) to stare at.
But you are no longer here.
All words become winds, that whisper once in awhile.
You’ve gone already and become one of the stars itself.
You,
in the loving memory, that we haven’t made.
In our stories, that we never remembered.
6 Agustus 2023