It’s not that I enjoy making people uncomfortable

but I can’t stop saying your name.

 

To people around me, outside of the bubble,

you were a nothing that became a something

and are now a nothing again.

 

To me, you are everything.

The sun in the sky.

The leaf floating in the wind.

The smile on a child’s face.

You were and still are, everything to me.

 

Hearing your name come out of my mouth

brings me comfort.

For other’s it is a cracked eggshell under their foot,

a cue to change the subject.

 

What is so wrong with keeping your name alive?  

What is so wrong with remembering the happiest moments of my life?

What is so wrong with continuing to love you?

I am asked if I am okay,

all they want to hear is yes and move on.

They never wanted to truly know in the first place.

 

It would involve me saying your name.

It would involve me staring away deeply,

disassociating from the cruel reality.

It would involve me being honest

vulnerable

bare bones

 

A beautiful soul gone too soon.

To others, he left October 4th, 2024.

To me, he leaves every single day.

 

Every day I wake up

and come to the realization that he isn’t beside me.

Every day I come home from work

and he isn’t at the door waving frantically with a huge smile.

Every day I make a meal

and it’s only for one.

 

Yet, every time I say his name

it is as if he is right there beside me still.

As if his spirit is smiling at me

with that toothy wide grin

I treasured so much.

 

Every time I say his name,

I can keep him alive just a little longer.

 

José Francisco Ovando Anguiano

Paco

Mi bebé