But when we wake we can’t call up the dead and say, “Sorry, we were looking the other way. - Andrea Gibson

Let's hyperventilate like it's 1999.

My grandfather went to Heaven.

I know this because he taught my mother
how to wiggle her ears.
I know this because my mother walks the same way
my grandfather did
and on the days my mother cannot get out of bed
her single comfort
is knowing she has his blood.

Love is the only war worth dying for. But every time I say 'please, come back', I feel like I'm trying to find a dirty needle into a haystack.