22 years

tomorrow will be 22 years since you’ve been gone:

I wonder how you would have aged.

where would you be in the world, where would I?

could the world have been different?

or was your passing a fixed event, destined?

does life unfold the only way it can? 

could? has? will?  

Yup

Ikigai eludes me, fleeting 

on the peripheral, floating 

then suddenly wet grass and dirt

fur on the tile, blanket, shirt

waking to walk then walking

again and again and again