RETURING HOME
I’m old enough
to leave the scene
without sobbing,
and yanking hair
out at the roots.
Your death left me
with a cavernous
hole in my heart
that cannot heal,
and a savage pain
I’ve never known.
I’ll slash the tires
of a friendly breath
that tries to keep
breathing for me.
I’m going back to
where I came from
with my eyes closed.