You thought of it as an interesting occurrence,
that raven sitting in the middle of
a busy cobblestone path that day,
a traitor at high noon.
But I saw it for what it truly was,
an omen,
or the irreparable split between us
and now at dusk,
both you and our raven are gone and I want
to call to that bird
and ask why it had to choose me
because I wasn’t quite ready
to lose you
just yet.

We watched the day die
And fade from our lives
Just like the memories of us

He played to the rhythm of the rain,
a glass of blood red pinot noir at his feet,
an acoustic guitar balanced on his knee –
crooning the sounds of an
aching heart.
The acoustic paused its epitaph,  
letting the patter of rain on an
aluminum roof
fill in the sounds where his friend
should have been.
He glanced at the empty wicker chair beside him
and wondered –
despite their ranging conversations
from music to Hell –  
why they never discussed what one would do
without the other.

I finally felt the sun on porous red rocks that day –  
7000 feet closer to heaven, 7000 feet from air that hurts to breathe,
I asked you: why don’t we feel like this every day?
and I didn’t think about the blades I used,
or the pills you took ,
all I could think was those red rocks,
that hot sun, the endless sky, and this beautiful earth sprawled
at our feet, like at that moment we owned it,
the three of us back together again
we breathed – finally free.

but our heaven is 1,000 miles away now,
your absence hurts just the same,
and I’m back to suffocating on this Indiana air,
and all that clouds my mind is
we still have this beautiful earth
and that beautiful week
to float away with.

You are the first I've loved
with eyes the color
of the endless sky,
you're a
love
suicide
let me get lost in the
cloud of your soul