My Santiago

As it was at the wrong cinema.

(How we laughed when you told us),

And you and sister, Louise,

All 175 years combined,

Ever so gently moving

To the Reggae beat of Marley’s “Is this Love?”

At that final New Year’s Eve party.

So now I remember,

Determined not to forget,

Not to let go of your life

Which is my life,

Even our lives.

So now I remember, and I talk with you

And hear your words to me,

Wordless now,

But direct and forthright,

As you always were.

Not lost forever,

Instead just a bit further away

But closer than you think.