I have random snatches of memories and a few scattered photographs to remind me of you.
The Nilla Wafers, the chain around your neck. I remember your smell too, and your smile. Your smile is my favorite.
I can’t remember your voice and I can’t remember your favorite anything. I can’t even remember anything we did together–except hug, except sit on your lap. And we dunked Nilla Wafers.
But I know you are part of everything I am. And you gave me this soul song I carry in my heart.