in memory of RVN
I rewrite the quarter moon to speak of love—if the sky has its light, the saints you spoke of become visible. I promise I'll never sleep now. I can't tell the air around you any more than I can explain the illusion of permanence—once here, now gone. There are good reasons to stay, just as there are good reasons to let go; I don't question death the way I should. Dear Darkness, I'm writing to you because I've lost something I can't live without. *Title from "Dear Shadows" by Lucie Brock-Broido