My breath continues strong,
refreshed by a long walk
and propelled by the thrill
of parenting while parentless
because you can have one
without the other, and it’s
all I ever wanted to have

I walk aimlessly
to drumbeat my
inexorable grief
and I always end
up back where I
started; home

Slept upon, the weight
of our misplaced dreams
lying heavy on its back
The pillow slowly dies

Sunlit pieces of glass
and yesterday’s candy
bellow into the wild