Do I bury you in the recesses of my mind like I did him 6 months ago today?
I will bury you in your phone call about his death; in my screams of a heart broken and bloody.
I will bury you in the sting as you lash my flesh and your eyes turn midnight blue; the gift of your vulnerability, the gift of my submission.
I will bury you the glider high above the clouds 7000 feet over the North Shore of Oahu.
I will bury you at the foot of the Navigators Beacon on a dark star filled night at Waimanalo beach.
I will bury you at Montana del Oro where the surf sings its song washing over a jade pebbled beach.
I will file the papers under lessons learned. How to risk, and lose….