For Cris

Death has a way of finding you
You’re busy
And you’re doing stuff
And you have so many things that need to get done
It’s like “knock, knock”
No,
more like a gut punch
Deflating the bouncy castle

And then the hows start
Not long after, the whys
You can’t keep thinking about it
But you do
The ripple effects
The unrequited efforts
Same age
Same instrument
Same desire to create, explore and transcend

I missed you this time around
I hope to get another chance
To dance with your spirit
Here
Or there.