Fingers on the
windowsill
I
press
my
flesh
down
and stand on my toes
trying to get a glimpse of you
I'm going to need more boxes
higher heels
When I hear
laughter
when I hear
someone else's joy
it's like the
curtains
are
lifted
by
the
wind
and I can almost see you
...like we're running
playing a game
in laundry
hanging to dry
in the sun
In a manner of days it will be a matter of years
I remember it
the day you opened your eyes
March Nineteenth
you looked at the clock
and you noticed the calendar
the month you had lost that we never could
clearly explain
and you never knew
the amazing things you went through
When you opened your eyes
March Nineteenth
you smiled at me
Generals wish they had your steel
a month later
to the day
that you would be gone