we buried youon a day when flowers were giving birthyou died in Apriland fell into Earthand all I wanted wasto lay on the piece of…
I wrote down every single instance of wisdom I could remember.
On those first few days, weeks, months after his deathI walked with grief’s heavy dew on my legs, looking for him
Poem
A few seconds ago,
Two of me with one pair of eyes.
Spirit
I didn’t know how long it tookTo make a best friend out of a bird