Hank, there\u2019s two of you now.
\nWho I talk to, and who I remember.
\nOnly the second you now stays.
\nHank looking out to sea.
\nHank at the door.
\nHank in the dream,
\ntrying to catch me in a reverie.
\nHank in my heart,
\nwhere sins are washed away by blood.
\nWhose soul sings with the wind.
\nLove coming and going in the surf.
\nHank, whose eyes had a way
\nof touching.
\nHank, who paused where his words
\ngathered, searching for the meaning
\nof what he knew,
\nbecause it was never over.<\/p>\n
The next moment, an empty cup
\ncatching the rain.
\nSomething wonderful
\nin the next face he met.
\nAnother beer for his thirst,
\nand a gift for give and take.
\nReturn more than you take.
\nCause less pain
\nthan the happiness you bring.
\nOn an island,
\nthe kindness of company,
\nand never letting someone
\nsit by themselves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hank, there\u2019s two of you now. Who I talk to, and who I remember. Only the second you now stays. Hank looking out to sea.…<\/p>\n