Second Anniversary
(for Chrissy)
Your death, daughter,
Was a hurricane. Wind
Shrieking terror at 4 AM.
We lay in our beds dreaming
We were safe. When we awoke
Darkness was everywhere.
Destruction rained on us like
Black blood. Broken bones
Littered the streets
Where we walked and walked, searching
For pieces of our lives, searching
For you.
It's been a long time, my love,
Since we've seen a green or living thing.
But now the sky lightens in the east
And hope
Is a tree in bud.
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