Your silence created a chasm
so wide and deep it swallowed
the earth around it for miles.

When my thoughts happen on this summer,
veer off at your 80th birthday,
stop on the image of you,

I have no words, but
an avalanche of rage stopped
short of chapped lips. Stuck

I miss the days when
solutions were never
more than a sleep and
calm head away.

This week, the callous 
below my left ring finger
finally gave up.

Over sea and the city
I oversee you and me

Round and round I go
grasping for proof
of what I already know.

In so many moments in-between
I find myself visiting our future
and often catch us dancing mid-scene

Give me the string
so I can go back to the beginning

spot the spark and
point out the giggles

We need the rainbow to come out together
But what if indigo is waiting for a change of weather

Can we convince her with a smile
To flicker her flame for just a while

My grandpa speaks of life
Like it’s the pinball machine
He kept in his basement

My head pounds, world crashed.
Will it ever be the same?
...And would I want that?

For the first time
I’m driving just to get away

from you
from me

So much to pull from,
to share, to
say out loud.