He is standing at the end of a jetty in his maroon striped LL Bean button down shirt.
His hug is as full-impact as it was the last time I saw him, the last time we said hello
and good-bye.
He smells of Polo, still.
Of course, he’s smiling and laughing that laugh. Oh that laugh!
He says Hi and I hear his voice so familiar and clear.
Even now.
I remember.
Lovely.
Thank you.