half past midnight
his body fails him, falls, breaks
his spirit flees
miles away, my parents sleep
more miles, my pain begins
stomach cramps and surliness
two
a stranger finds him
fifty feet from the entrance
broken, face-down, dead on concrete
they sleep
the pain is fierce
i leave my friends for my apartment
the streets are slick with mist
i worry i won’t make it
it won’t rain, but it can’t be dry
three
another stranger, an officer
bound to protect and serve
wakes my parents
they lie in bed holding each other, crying together
i weed my musical garden
stop for a second to admire one of its blooms
a song of loss, of grief, of forced solitude
not even the trees
six
i step outside
smoke a cigarette
white smoke rises and fades into white sky
it won’t rain, but it can’t be dry
i sleep on the sofa
nine
the phone
my father wakes me
my brother’s gone
i am so very sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThis is both heartbreaking and beautiful. It kills me that that happened to you and your family.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery, the words ...
ReplyDeleteso very sorry, so much pain xxx
Wow - this is incredibly powerful and heartwrenching. I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteVery sad and powerful and scary.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute. I can so clearly see your grief. Wonderful piece of writing. So very sad the event which inspired it had to happen to you and your family.
ReplyDeleteOn a brighter note, I gave you the Sunshine award. Seems very apt that it's today when you could benefit from some SONshine in your soul. Love you my chapstick friend.
The award is here.
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