You know
I think it started years ago
with that photo of your face.
Your avatar.
Something about it.
Every time I saw it
I wondered
what you were thinking.
what had just happened.
what was about to happen.
Layers
of excitement
self-consciousness
wracking grief
In one still moment.
It is quite a photo.
For some reason
you show up
at just the moment
when I need lifting.
So I hope you don't mind
if I idealize you
into some sort
of benevolent apparition.
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