You’re gone? But I wrapped your Christmas present and you haven’t opened it yet.

I see you from a distance, forged in bronze,
four happy limbs moving in the sand,
milk-white teeth glinting like glass in the sun.
I see you held tightly to chests,
at home in a different home, and learning to love,
with fingers raking through pitch-black hair.
I see you laughing at us for caring so much,
spinning, spinning, but your head still ******* on,
moving like velvet in a world of lead.
I see you now, as I always did,
with a voice like thunder and a gaze steadier than the hand of God.
I see you in everyone I’ve met since then.