Three days ago it was Canada Day Wait for the winter under Maple Leaf shade. I'm alight with night time's anaesthetized truths soothe sweaty, shaking aches until this Independence Day frees up my lungs.
Three days ago, turned 29 years old. Etched our initials in a park bench, rolled my smudging thoughts into photographed truth. Our silver, halide smiles on paper live in drawers, tie me to 25.
Our hearts aglow, we rose through dreams and aching, chafing hopes.
True. Free. Young.
But the bombs burst that bubble and red eyes glared through anger and an aching, sorry chest.