listening to songs about heartbreak,
and then i saw your face. just a thumbnail
on a screen, a bubble of light and life
surfacing out of nowhere, and as you rise
in my vision i become cavernous, cratered.
there is too much room inside of me,
space where the memory of you eats away
at my tattered edges. when somewhat
strangers die it hurts more than those closest
who i think i love. whatever you kept
captured in your soul, you released back
into this world. there wasn’t enough of it,
but you knew that if there wasn’t enough of you,
we would carry your memory, your blessing,
your legacy, and seek the magic you embodied.
we’ve learned it’s better not to keep such beauty