Yahrzeit

I found your glove the other day

Lying in the salle

Still shaped to your hand

Looking like you

Just laid down your foil

Went to take a drink

A year ago

In Anaheim

I heard the news

Had to leave the room and walk

Trying to outpace time

And truth

Found myself beside the strip

Cheering on the guys as they teamed up to

Battle other veteran blades

Proving bravery is not sole province

Of the young

It felt funny, cheering

While I mourned

But proper

Too

This year, standing on the podium

I wished I'd brought your glove

I miss you