They played this video of you at your memorial
Where you’re just a little girl running in a field talking about butterflies
I think it’s your birthday
And it is not lost on me all the innocence absent from those later years
My dear friend you’re nothing but an urn now.

I think about the fact that we all had daughters.
And I wish more than ever…read more

He goes for a run 
So I lay in his bed and stared out the window
I watch the wind move the grass, the flowers, the weeds in the garden next door 
I’ve been in a season of cover songs
So I play one I know will make me think and feel and yearn
I’m so acutely aware 
Of how present moment I am 
And I never want to forget it. 

I never want to forget t…read more