She always loved the nighttime.
Said she knew when she died that she would become stardust
that first she would be returned to the ground,
become one with the mushrooms and the moss and the flowers,
and then the end of times would return her to the cosmos.
I asked her when she lost God
and the heavens.
She told me that to answer, we would have to go to where she found them.
An old opera house stands next to an old sanctuary in a little town in Illinois.
begs for love at every waking moment
The preacher tells me only how I have lost my way
I can see what she means now.
We follow the things that touch us the most
I know I never touched her enough.
I know one of these days I won’t possibly be able to keep holding space for her in my thoughts
to keep saving her things for a sunnier June.
I sing with the Phantom
and wait for the cosmos.