Thighs pounding and muscles sore
the osprey floats above
bouncing among us, hawking us down.
I glance to the side of your face,
nostrils large and inhaling,
eyes at a squint,
bright blue nike shorts
well above mid thigh
and the necklace I bought you shimmering and buried
within a dark *****.
If only I knew this would be our last go at it
our last jog with the team.
Maybe I would have opened my mouth, rubbed your lower back
and whispered my pounding heart.

The grasses are tall and about to die,
the air now begins to chill.
Your moms old college sweater fits so loose
your eyes match the color.
The last time I saw you was with that sweater,
and that terrible
blue bird in the middle,
not a bad end
to something I loved
at least you felt some comfort.