Remembering Tim

Tim came down
like a belt of sun
over late afternoon water,
graced us for those
long, lazy days
of walks and dreams.
At Mac Donald's
he groped the girl
late night drunk,
his face as dour
as the undertakers
at graveside.
I still laugh,
such shenanigans
never go unnoticed
when immersed
in the heart break
of the
everyday.