classifieds, obituaries section

classifieds, obituaries section the picture above was you at your most beautiful, you with the glass of orange juice on the veranda, legs outstretched like telephone poles. when i look at this photograph i can smell the current, the UV rays disguised by overcast, the coconut flakes you used to like so much. i have had trouble finding someone so graciously accepting since you left us. with acrylic paint i feverishly attempt to recreate the way your hair was always soft like spun linen and the way you’d react to all news like it was good news. i don’t know which i find sadder: the possibility of no one leaving such an impression on us again, or thinking about the lives of people who never got to experience you.