It’s there—
in our goodbye
in that last glance back
across the heat reflecting
from the roof
Your car between us
The door is open
and your wounded soul
He’s dead at 21— I know
you loved him
I overdose this moment
Paralyzed
our eyes—
go on forever
His name was Jean. He died on his 21st birthday of an accidental overdose. My daughter 's first love. She wrote of him recently, "Jean's birthday today.... What a different world without him."