I sit in this bar
That i come to many times...

You
Know when...

You can measure the
Joules that are generated...

I remember
Very vividly...

Your beautiful smile
is absolutely eurythmic...

I thank the first fish
Who was brave enough...

I walk up to that shelf
With hundreds of excerpts...

Everything has an expiration date.
Your food...

We may not always
See eye to eye...

We all
Wear masks...

Feelings are not to be toyed with
like a damn punching game...

This marks another Christmas
Without you, mi Abuelita...