What if every emotion
that refuses to live
below the surface
is a guardian angel.
Protecting
what’s underneath
while we heal
and grow wings.
When we’re ready,
they’ll open the gates,
so we can take flight.

Tonight I taste your cancer,
my memory of your agony so real
and tangible

that I try hard to get rid of it -
mints, toothpaste, mouthwash, soap.

Tonight I hear your cancer too -
the brutality of your words was the vehicle
that tried to burn our bridges.

If I could do just one thing tonight,
I would reach out and hold your freezing hand,
one more time.

I hate the morning
Love the shadow eyes
So much
That I often forget to
To see the light of day
How bright it is
To feel
Amazed