So...I watched it Your memorial. It only took a year, plus four Not bad, I think I never really thought I would... Or could I was...conflicted Torn between the sad sweetness of remembering And my anger at our reduction Reduced to film, a commemerative Conflicted by the art of it Near perfect, shaped by love Even I was awed by this. I never understood (really) How much sense you made Despite every mistake you ever made When you chose her to be your everything Despite how (later) it may have seemed You were brilliant, and so consumed By a perfect love in a perfect room For years you proved The past was done and you were new I watched that on film today. Your eyes glowed, hers could not look away I wish I'd been more present then I never understood (really) All it meant You were brilliant In your steadfastness There is envy in my remembering You loved her with a poet's imagining Though you're gone She glows... Near perfect Except for the sad sweet remembering Interrupting everything.