p.m.h.e.

my heart breaks

knowing you won't see this

but maybe you will

from the view you have

up in the stars.

crisp memories written in ink;

you, the confronter of

bikers in bars.

wearing an red jacket as you

stared down a bull

at the mere age of three.

fighting naked men for

being complete asshats.

the ultimate blackjack

playing dynamo.

70 whole years

you've lived.

299 days since

you've died.

8 days until

your birthday.

time really flies.

to say I miss you,

is an understatement.