You let yourself cry
open-mouthed, wracked, faint,
on a gray stone planter bench
in front of a skyscraper  

You let yourself break
cavernous, unadorned, blind
into the soft arms of a friend
on Michigan Avenue  

I’m here, she comforts
I’m here, just breathe  

I pass through the shadow
black box of mourning
it’s raining
and no one cares