There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss J, but on the 2nd of October it tends to be a bit more profound.
There is no question that J would have enjoyed Europe, the words from an early 90's song from the pet shop boys comes to mind and holds some meaning...the song was a reflection on friends the singer had lost to aids during the eighties. Although J died from alcohol related liver disease and not aids, the words still seem to fit considering that I am still here and he isn't.
I'll pay tribute now by what feels right, a bottle of water and a glass whose sun reflection, is somehow a metaphore for my own reflection, between whats real and what wasnt meant to be.
"Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
Youd be sitting somewhere here with me"
