Supernovas .
I wrote it at 4:28 in the morning while the rain was pouring down.
I liked it. I hope you will too.
Dear S,
i. sometimes, when I see your name on my cell phone screen,
I smile.
other times, I just
cry.
(I usually can’t tell which one of us
I’m crying for.)
ii. you’ve always been like glass. probably the broken kind.
always so smooth and shining like
the most radiant star
too bad someone let you fall to the ground
and s h a t t e r .
(then again some of the most
beautiful things are broken)
iii. when I think of you, I think of rockets and stars
and the way the moon shined on the lake
sometimes I wake myself up at the sight of you
but your face is so beautifully t r a g i c
I simply can’t look away
iv. sometimes I remember all the midnight phonecalls
and the way your hushed voice sounded
as I talked to you next to my window, bathed in
m o o n l i g h t . those were some
of the most beautiful nights of my life.
v. sometimes I wish I could hold your hand in the dark again,
with your sweatshirt wrapped around us
to keep us warm.
(I never would have guessed
you were what made me cold in the first place.)
vi. once in a while, I wished you could see voices.
I pictured your voice as a supernova
-so beautifully tragic and devastating and destructive
it could
blow the whole world
a w a y
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