oh my good grief I remember the days
when we watched a storm move his bright life into shade
standing motionless, eyes wide and colorless
hope against hope against hoping for a reset
reach for each other
take a breath and take cover
some of the colder days are sunlit and hand-fed
some of our nights were made to be moonless.
we packed up and spread out
like our city burned down
and it’s so still we can hear the smoke moving around
we remember the look on his face
as he pulled fire alarms
there are some things you love
because they pull you apart.