Mike’s death

Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.

New Year’s Eve: things left undone

Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.

Last day of the year

Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.

Sleep eludes me

like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend

Last day of 16

Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.

Hoarders on A&E

What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.

Salon visit

She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.

Deciding not to go to Junior Prom

“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.

Rain

Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.

Undone

Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.