The Events After
Voices cracking—mind racing
blank.
Old plants wilting
in the living room.
Air
weighted down,
collapsing my lungs,
infecting my
whole body.
You were stolen
out of the night,
not even
a year
after our last loss.
Moving
limply around
your home,
stumbling upon
the memories of my
childhood—
today will always
be the day
I lost my grandfather.