You’re gone? Just like that? When I was preparing to send you another poem for your feedback? You slimy bastard!
Shaun, I learned so much about life and poetry from you, despite the fact that you were 20 years my junior. I wish I could’ve done more for you. Wish I would’ve been more persistent, more of an asshole. (At the time, I convinced myself that was not what you wanted or needed.) Wish I would’ve driven from Vegas to South Bend and dragged you to where you needed to be and stayed by your side.
I’m so confused. So many memories, but I assumed there’d be so many more.
The rainy season returned to San Salvador this morning. Miss you madly, mi amigo!
Con amor. Siempre …
PS- You would’ve fucking hated the poem, but provided positive, insightful and constructive criticism nonetheless.
