You would have said, “come on, do it again —
forget about them, remember what matters”
I remember the scratch on the skin,
the scrapbook full of cutout pictures, and the pens.
a heavy metal music played from earphones.
A fragment of sun light glistened on your sclera.
Everything else was just a noise.
quietly, tenuously, you scribbled.
Against a wall after a wall —- you carried on.
A flower blossomed in the crack of the wall.
The rain, coffee, book, movie, and violin. The heavy silence. I remember them. I remember what they stood for.
I will carry them on.
5.1.2026
Ralph with Coffee 