In Remembering

I did not know the man who died; what’s more he

did not know me. That thought strikes me. Some

days it is the woman or the child. I do not know

them personally, though there were days I believe

I did. Gone now, and in a day or two I shall lose my

remembering. Such a strange thing, to imagine you

do even though reality speaks differently. You, man,

woman, child who have died, in my mind I pretended

that I knew you, the laughter and tears throughout all

these years, now and forever. I pretend I knew all of

you when. I imagine you still alive instead. And, as long

as I live, these things keep happening.

Chris Hanch 7-2-18