I like to imagine I had told You sooner
and not just in that last summer
to buy the Castle Greyskull
the GI Joe guys, the Thor
comics from the author You adored
the one who liked Your instagram post that once because
You were so talented. Everyone saw it.
I like to imagine that You knew how much Your giggle
That it wasn’t just me who saw how special Your joy was.
I like to imagine that it’s only me who is now withheld from it.
That the stars and earth and your brothers and your mom
—and our perfect, precious son—
can Still hear You laughing
can Still seek Your counsel
can Still make sure Your heart is full.