in everything i see again i see him. if my attention wanders or i start thinking of something else my heart leaps back to him. on our walks it was the same, he would pull me back from my wandering, tug the heart of my attention back to him. it's ok, now he's a ghost he's in me, still pulling me back in, to him, to me. when he was here and he momentarily lost me and looked anxious i said don't worry mister i'll never lose you and you'll never lose me.