Sometimes

Sometimes I think of you.

Like when I see the little grub hub

Robots parading down the streets of my new city.

And I giggle.

And I think how you would have laughed too.

Then I remembered that YOU

Are not that guy.

I used to think maybe you could be

Both.

The friend I shared decades of

Inside jokes with

AND the man who

Broke my heart.

Broke my childrens heart.

There are brief moments when I forget.

Or my brain glitches and separates

YOU from Him.

But, there are not two of you.

These days…

there’s not even one

Of you.