like winter and clouds and the tears we shed

all things must come to an end

and with a heavy heart i watched you go

so far away from what we know

the flowers bloom and wreck our room

our tiny haven created in pen

and we may never swing again

another connection lost to time

another victim on the line

may you save our hearts from the break of dawn

save the moon for those who’ve gone

i wish that may may come again

and come what may in may

for nights of endless starry skies

and summer winds await

may all the roofs in all the world

become our stomping ground

and swinging on the edge of day

become our safe and sound

may words of kind and caring souls

walk hand in hand with dreams

and bless the baited breath of summer

floating in along the breeze

you had galaxies in your fingertips

and you set the skies ablaze

and light moved from within you

the cosmos marvelled at your gaze

and you were full of stars and other bright things

and everything that i was not

and you had always been that way

full of the things that I forgot

moondust powdered your ethereal voice

and crystals glazed your eyes

and cotton candy clouds

sugar coated all your lies

you got a little careless

as the night bled out like watercolor

and painted me with the same blacks and blues

as the colors that enveloped us

my neck now screamed with blurred marks

of your lips and teeth and tongue

my collarbone had braved the storm

with its own galaxies to explore

so now the whole world knows

just how much i am yours

     The last time I saw Jeane was fifteen years ago. Every time I drive by our old neighborhood, I am reminded of what happened to us. Why couldn’t I fix it. Why couldn’t I be there for her when she needed me most. She had no one in this world to depend on except for me and Tom.

     Her parents died when she was 16, and I guess that left her with more scars than she cared to show. She did her best to provide for me, but there was only so much she could do. I was handed over to my adopted mom at 8. Tamara and John are lovely people, but I will never forget the day that they took me from Jeane. I did not want to leave her. She had never done anything but good for me. She only wanted me to do my best. She was only doing her best, too. They showed up at our house, the men in the black suits. Jeane knew that this was it. She told me to go and get my stuff and my books, and to make sure that I had everything that I wanted to take with me. She told me that I was going away, and she would be sure to visit me every now and then. I asked her where I was going, but she told me she loved me and kissed me and gave me to the men. In that moment, I remember seeing her more heartbroken than I had ever seen her before. I remember her crying. I had never seen her cry before. Even when Tom hit her, she never cried. I screamed, and reached out for her, and the men ripped me away. 

     Every now and then, she would visit, but only for a moment, before she had to leave, each time more heartbroken than the last. It must have been a few years before she gave up. Her scars had fully resurfaced, and covered her whole body. By the time she had swallowed all of the pills, her strings had all broke. Tom always said he loved her. But I guess he found the bottle more attractive. I miss you, Mom.

a eulogy from the foster kid

my hello

my goodbye

my stories to write

in time we will grow old together, 

you and i

but right now i am only fourteen