three crows on wires crossed

7/10/24

three crows on a wire 
five jays in my yard

and I miss you

just when I think the grief has passed, it's like an impact to my chest

sometimes 
there's the impulse to reach out 
but you told me not to

so I won't. 

I ask myself:
what kind of assholes were we who never talked it out like friends. 

for so many months, you were my favorite person I had ever met

and that's what sticks out the most. 

I think maybe the rest was just crossed wires in the winter's cold.

I'm just not as smart as you think I am...

but I have a heart of gold.