Please click Play to hear my recorded version of this poem to some Arabic/Spanish music

(For Natascha)

Well I still miss you too.
I’m not of your blood, we had no vows or rings,
I never saw your face in laughter or in horror.
We never kissed or romantically danced
not even once; that wasn’t us.
As we evolved and developed, perfected
our uncommon partnership,
I grew to love you in an entirely different way.
Is that why I’m still on earth today to make some sense of it,
while you took off on your last flight?

I guess this new wave of missing was coming up behind me
like an unwanted headlight on the highway,
high beams in my mirror…
but sometimes, I avoid looking back
because honestly, its a little sad to remember all of that.
Oh my partner on so many rides
I was your co-…