When I am thinking of you and feel the most alone.
I will go to visit a building and walk the path you've come to have known.
I try to see with your eyes, every wall, north, south, east and west.
Every corner where the paint needs touching up, every toe space, every area of rest.
Your words flowed like perfection.
From the transcriber, I could listen and see with every projection.
Adjust door pads. Properly seat ceiling tile.
Check on coved backsplash, I could even hear you smile.
You walked the building with an air of confidence.
Perfection found you, the quality of your work is immense.
Did you ever know I carefully hung on your every word?
Knowing you were the translator for which the building needed to be heard.