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

