I’ve mourned enough
for the person I lost
I lit the last candle
it’s time to put him to rest.
I’ve forgotten the melody
and the salty tang of tears shed.
My wounds were finally turning to scars
and looking back didn’t make my ribs shrink anymore.
Then on the night the moon was split in half
and the air breathed tiny miracles,
he stood in front of me,
flesh and blood, close to touch.
His eyes were a mosaic
of tomorrows that never happened
and the sky wept pieces of him,
of us, I missed.
‘How would you survive
another goodbye after this?’
the stars howled.
But I ignored them.