After Shadow
We practice
loving small things;
a frayed blanket, a necklace
strung with dried ziti, a goldfish.
Translate the language of need
into larger attachments. I hold the cardboard box
steady in one hand as you say goodbye.
I will not soften the blow. I let your sadness
fill the afternoon and spill beyond it until you fall asleep.
Your tears the price of admission.