oceans

oh my good grief I remember the days

when we watched a storm move his bright life into shade

standing motionless, eyes wide and colorless

hope against hope against hoping for a reset

reach for each other

take a breath and take cover

some of the colder days are sunlit and hand-fed

some of our nights were made to be moonless.

we packed up and spread out

like our city burned down

and it’s so still we can hear the smoke moving around

we remember the look on his face

as he pulled fire alarms

there are some things you love

because they pull you apart.

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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