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