I have looked for you, and found you too
In objects and places of some short, sweet past:
In a scrubbed, round table creaking under
Sandwich boxes and white cups of coffee
You were there, brimming and fusing
With the otherwise ordinary air.
You came in birthday packages,
The showy ribbons extravagant as your talk,
While I walked in sluggish time in the eye of a storm,
No kind streetlight for warmth.
I had thought you’d always live
Only in old trinkets and tints
I’d worn evenings for you.
But today I saw your face in the sky.
This steely cement city that won’t budge for sorrow
Cradled your body in her arms.
Buildings broke and the lights quivered rocky
To scatter you across the crumbling universe.
Sun and stars collapsed softly,
The storm came on, the sky was a sea
And every wave the music you were.