Then there is no guarantee that you will not come to read a poem that reminds you of us.
all I know right now are my tears and snot have soaked the sheets around me
These days I should know, should probably know, where it’s going.
But she set fire to your soul
with just one touch,
making all the hesitant pieces of you tremor
under her fingertips.
She was the calm to your wild,
the careful to your chaos.
I would choose my 31-year-old self over my 24-year-old self a million times over
i was so used
to me reminding myself
that i shouldn’t say too much
All the while your daughter grew up, you missed it.
I heard ‘I’m sorry for your loss’
I refuse to believe that the universe was created out of luck or chance.