I remember you.
Sitting in your squeaky chair at the dining table
Your white hair askew
It was the morning.
You were making your tea with too many sugars
Grumbling and mumbling
Sometimes humming a tune.

Your pen scratching on paper
Trying to win the next big pot at Lotto.

I look outside
I see what you see now

I remember you.

 

Blue Moon, 2013, HD Video, 3m 29s