My chest gurgles with unspent tears.
I struggle to breathe.
I cough.
I sigh.
My friends tell me to breathe.
I lay here motionless,
pain in my lungs.
Jeremy practices his piano blindfolded, a YouTube challenge.
I hear it but I’m not present.
I am there in the cold quiet. I am there in the darkness with you.
I am lying beside you. Touching your beard, noticing the redness of it. Like your father’s mustache.
I count The tiny moles on your face and neck.
We await together the fire that will consume your body and turn it to ash.
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