weeping the light of you

eyes open,

“i don’t want to feel

anymore.” gasping 

in front of my mother–

mourning sobs i can’t 

fathom for the lonely

cracks through voice 

mail & real time news 

against my ears–how 

he bought potato salad

nothing like my grandma’s.

or the boy who texts me

looking for you, Jesus.

& i want to whisper: he

saved you. he saved you.

he saved you. all of these 

people i (you) dearly love,

& my heart willows. 

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