Yikes

Backseat.

Right? Left?

Where are we going?

Wandering the streets of New York,

Manhattan, Brooklyn 

A familiar face lost in an unfamiliar crowd 

Went out for a walk

But doesn't return

He changes as the season do

As it becomes colder, he does too

A father, a grandfather, a husband, a friend,

A doctor? 

He's a healer, suddenly confronted with a problem that he can’t fix

And where do I fit in?

Without thoughts or memories, does anything really exist?

I know our relation- he does not

So who is right?

Together, we have memories

Our ability to remember the past is something that we share

Something that I’ll always treasure

His memory