leaning in we plundered
our good fortune
as if we had done this before
when we were young when we were
the same age as when you left
me standing in the wings admiring
you all bones and sharp
edges confidence grace
I hear you took my advice
and never again touched pen to paper
never again licked raw honey
from your fingers nor ventured outside
in a violent purple storm
those were our last hours together
though we did not speak
did not look at each other
as if the volume had been turned off
as if the lights had gone out again
and at last we did not speak
© 2020, by Hannah Six
Image: Don Amaro (CC BY 2.0) via Wikimedia Commons
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