I woke to where you fell asleep
on asphalt crumbled unfulfilled.
I walked the confines of that street,
my hands familiar with the wheel,
my ears familiar with the roar
of engine grinding piston speak,
the sounds before the metals meet
and fold themselves like sheets of tin
around the place your heart had been.
Around the place your heart had been
a glassy spray of diamonds strung
in disarray, like stars, descend.
They fall among the embers flung
to smolder in the wind.
Is this the thing that God intends?
The big machine has closed his eyes.
Your sparkle flees inverted skies
to sprinkle light through Heaven’s door.
The moon has fallen on the shore.








A heart touching write!
Sorry for your loss my friend. <3
Wow, thanks. This hasn’t been a popular read here. Nobody likes the sad stuff.