It’s been a year since Dave died. A year next week on my birthday since Letty died, a year two weeks later since Richard died and then Fr Dan, then Billy…

There was more to say. But then, of course, there is always more to say, isn’t there?

That’s the lesson, I suppose, if one were to look for a lesson: Say it now.

“These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do for you,

and all the times I had the chance to.”

You’re the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You’re the whispering and the sighing of my tires in the rain

You’re the hidden cost and the thing that’s lost
In everything I do
and I’ll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows

And the faces on the avenue
That’s the way love is

I don’t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must’ve thought you’d always be around

now you’re nowhere to be found