Year One

In Loving Memory of David Padilla Jr. Taken by the unforeseen. I share my birth month with (K)Crystal. My Cousin must be feeling phantom parameters and missing links. Zoom. Thumbing through everything from past to present. I miss your presence. Life that filled the room with laughter so loud. A love stretched out. So proud I known you. I'd never change you. Home real quiet, the silence keep me company. Love lonely too. I wait even though spirituality was never my directive. Id never dream of losing a sought after perspective. My Father broke the silence. He told me that you had to go. That you're already gone. I hear the air whistle blow. The distance, it's everywhere and haunts me with its stretch expansive, blaring with warbling trill. Into my ears, attentively listening because the call cannot wait. I refuse to miss the call. I'll react before August hesitates again. Shall not lose faith in the realm of the railed express ways. I sometimes believe when the whistle blares, you encompass the path I need. In the fever pitch I soak in the noisy roaming careless Intersection. I miss you. Never forget you. I'm not baptized so if you see me show me. I'll reach up to you. That's better than living, knowing that gladly I take My dastardly beating. My friend. My dawg. My missing month. Feb, 15, 1977 to Aug, 9, 2023 All the love I received, All the love for me. I sent to the memory. Rest easy Padilla..