Poem For Matt Henson

 trains
 more entertaining. i remember you like
 a hacky sack
 flying through the air
 like a train flying down
 the track.
 
 and you are proof that
 photographs are
 the most shallow kind of evidence
 
 i miss your voice.

 and i remember
 giving you my bracelet, and making you my friend
 and i remember
 when you gave it back, and gave me confidence
 that you were attached longer than
 a rusty snap.

 and i hope
 time flies down tracks through the air like a hacky sack
 because i miss your voice
 and i think
 my bracelet
 looks better on you.

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