Do You Know the Way to San Jose?
A poem and a tiny comic
Published in
Apr 24, 2021
I think about you all the time
Every time I think about you
it wears away a little bit at the memory itself
Because you are no longer here
the recollections are not replaced with new ones
So you are finite now
I keep remembering you
and eventually there will be nothing left
Like how ice melts into water
Then the water evaporates too
Sad about this, then giddy
how someday I won’t even know you were here
By remembering
I am gradually eroding whatever ghost remains
Every trace of you is gone
I’ll have that in my head too
There’s no way to hold onto anything
good or bad
—
San Jose / Oakland
July 11 2014
