wings
As beautiful as you were
As beautiful as you are
There is nothing left
The oppressive sun mocks me each morning
Get up, if you even can
She did
It rained today
And snowed after 7 p.m., for good measure
In every season I can find you
In every drop of rain
In every gust of wind
Or falling leaf
I keep a piece of you in my pocket
Of the unwashed jacket that has become my uniform
When we walk together
The shard sometimes recognizes
The season
The place
But never the time
She doesn’t grow or age anymore
Hanging in the balance
Undying, unchanging, stubborn and cynical as ever
We pass our old park
She pricks my chest beyond the breast pocket
I bleed and bleed
And bleed
I earn my wings