Are they born of cruelty or blessing those fleeting moments of recognition that brings you to mind? Those rare occasions when I spy another with your frame, your hair, your posture, or catch an echoed vowel in an overheard conversation filling me with hope of seeing you. Is it cruelty or a blessing when I'm stopped with the thump and press of sadness before I can form an eager smile. .you died. Cruelty in acknowledging the truth. Blessing to have memories of you.