number 25

a year ago
i hugged her through grass stains
and placed palms against
faces and she was wide eyed
blue

today
eyes closed
heartache
breath take
the mechanics of breathing
broken down
and she dies
not slowly
but just one flat line

centerfield
grass stains
my old living room
dusted cd covers
and that laugh
making valley
small



RIP LIZ i love you