elizabeth

there is a time when we were working together, helping each other along with what we were doing, seeing, playing, running, saving, hiding, exploring and saving grace. grace moves with me against me until the spine of day is exposed, ripping the soft underside of morning.

She reminded me of someone once and never more.
The voice it was and the blond hair.
The similarities end there.

The rockets shined in your
Face and I knew it was
December 31st a plane
strapped into the gate
groaned its desire to fly.
The crying didn't start
Until we understood the
sucking void of miles
between.