8:52 AM — October 19, Saturday, eleven years ago, you alive, passing up a garage sale, you and Craig together....
It would be Sunday morning about this time when I learned .... I'd left the phone off the hook because Mother would call all hours of the night ... I was the last find out you died before midnight, October 19.
Distance and its evidence — your words. Days, actions, disbelief — the agony a tide receding not.
1: 53 PM — October 19. In real time on this day eleven years ago, you and Craig are together, he hasn't yet left for work, you both deliriously happy.
It is that image I hold in a life now without you, your happiness then
along with those in all the years before, 52 of them together you and I.
Years and months and days: time categorized to make sense of.
It would be Sunday morning about this time when I learned .... I'd left the phone off the hook because Mother would call all hours of the night ... I was the last find out you died before midnight, October 19.
Distance and its evidence — your words. Days, actions, disbelief — the agony a tide receding not.
1: 53 PM — October 19. In real time on this day eleven years ago, you and Craig are together, he hasn't yet left for work, you both deliriously happy.
It is that image I hold in a life now without you, your happiness then
along with those in all the years before, 52 of them together you and I.
Years and months and days: time categorized to make sense of.
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