In case you forget in the midst of building empires and some other monuments to self. In case and in the midst of living you neglect to times remind yourself.

As sunrise orange dawns down in this Southern city, I'm awake. Everything you gave is safe. That man if tired, dispirited if too far busy to reflect, that man. Stays strong - stays as intense as though the years were seconds paused.

Tied to the words, I churn, I burn paying homage, sometimes crucifying but mostly sighing. Oh that you were brave once to finally let go. Else, gather me up and keep the fire glowing, growing.

My monuments are words your empires my existence. I send silent reminders knowing one or two will get to where you are and warm you - unexpectedly.