three years without

a poem on grief and sobriety

yesterday marked three years since your memorial
at the club;
the one you took josh and me to as kids
on saturdays,
dadurdays,
bradurdays,
more than two decades ago.

the waitress was there.
she remembered me, she said,
and how she brought me sodas,
ginger ale, i think,
when she brought you your beers.