Today, my family left. One week
was not enough. This day,
the one that

approached with rapidness,
will end, soon. My eyes
will close. Nails

of desire will keep them shut. Dreams,
maybe of them will birth light
in the blackness. This

feeling is broad. When bodies
that belong together aren’t,
shallowness becomes

life. No valleys or forests or mountains
to climb, exist. Coldness becomes.
& at this moment, I’m

surrounded by a light. Lit
only to write this poem. Lit long
enough to bridge

my thoughts to theirs. When I close
the page, the memories of our
time together

will be the next opening. Tomorrow’s
poem will be different: I’ll rejoice
because of the blessing of time.