1.
The bullets of your absence
left holes in the flesh of the sky.

2.
I cannot enjoy the status of grief –
it is too remarkable, open-ended,
growing in my rearview.

3.
Time has yielded nothing
but the blood of dead stars
and fear as a second language.

4.
The music sounds so pure today;
I baptize myself in its waves,
try to drown the big questions.

5.
Did I, in those last moments,
occur to you at all?