Oh Frank.

You were right there

The night was something to remember
if only for the lights, colourful and on our faces
like emotion, unbridled and clear. I tried

to take pictures but the red light left us blurry
and the purple too dark. And you were
right there, but far enough away to be elsewhere:

smiling but not for us. We could touch you
but you never stayed still. The lights

lit you up and they kept shining until sweat
was everywhere and every word spent.