It is meaningful to remember what it was like to be in you,
among you,
to spend my time not thinking of what lay beyond you.
You made me laugh and recognize
my spirit...
that I am of my time, and like it.
Like you, I want things to hold on to;
to sit around the table holding chairs;
serving spaghetti;
filling my eyes with the air before tears...
To flush, and find my face full
of tears?
It is meaningful to remember us as a kind of family.
Though we had no idea where our tomatoes were from,
we were a kind of family.