David Blair.
I didn't know you,
though I think I might have hugged you once...
I don't know how you died.
All I know is in your the last breath
you swallowed
everything I loved about this city.
Like the miraculous way my mentor's smile transmits through telephone wires,
the way my coaches caring "hello" reverberates against silence,
and the way they call Luz carries such light.
In the days before you died,
you had never inhabited my mind so much,
had a phantom poem playing in my head,
Ken read it to us in his apartment a week before you passed.
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