December  Table of Contents  Feburary 9th
  16th of January, 2002
  I sit on the balcony of Regina's apartment in Pituba,
The ocean you loved so much visible a few blocks away.
While she and your mother still sleep.

Reaching for the life I took you away from
seemed like a way to touch you again
And stop your receding from me in time and space.

But you are not receding, we are moving forward
You are there, now in the past, frozen in a time we have left behind.
Every action, every good deed, every mistake
now a monument