lie back, blank stare at white wall,
image of your collar, black and bone
cross-stitched memories of you and me
Buried in our heads
there you can never leave.
the clock’s hands wrapped and pulled,
a wound i can't stitch, a knot i can't tie.
i see the edge and i'm counting the steps
until i can see you again.
december 18th set fire to my eyes.
before your legs shook and crumbled,
before your youth drained into the kitchen floor.
before we heard the grinding in your knees.
before you left.
lie back.
thirteen years and i never said goodbye.