I am here.
But
Bobby isn’t.
I am here.
But
Joanne’s voice is absent from our chanting.
I am here.
But both
Karin and Karen look down from heaven.
I am here.
But
Laura is missing.
I am here.
But neither Alfredo nor David can give me any more Spanish lessons.
I am here.
But
Matthew was martyred a quarter century ago.
I am here.
But the
Lord called the other Martina home.
I am here.
But Mary
Frances’s apartment isn’t hers anymore.
I am here.
But April is no longer a second reason to visit
Tuscon.
I am here.
But I would timeshare my life
were such a thing possible.
I am here.
But failing to fill the impossible gap left
in the arc of universe, being towards justice.
I am here.
But I carry daily pain so deep
I often forsake remembering in favor of sanity.
