In a lather of memory, in the coffee shop, I splashed the faces of the people I had known for a small time onto my face and thought,
how intermingled we all are in this dance, how unnatural it must be to separate or divide us
Instead let me hold the memory of what you said and did, the way you smiled—
for it is a real fragrance, a scent of humanity, we carry for one another
as precious and fleeting as the sage on the wind
Let me remember the small details about you, for that is where we are most ourselves
In the places you might otherwise go unnoticed I see you, I remember you.