the last day of october 2019
i fell across a ladder
and the window
fell apart beneath my feet
before you left the stale croissant crumble
on the felt lined library chair
so i borrowed a book
for the first time
in my life
julia wanted me to take the kite
to a different park than yesterday
permanent green slumber
strewn across my face
forty five degree sun tan
i left the prude purple spine
next to the pinstriped jacket
and told you seven words
for twenty four
living hours
julia went searching for a family photo
while she sang her saturday song
and once again
i let the string
slip away