connecticut

right now,
two weeks from 9:26pm,
yesterday,
and when you're 7 and 25

you will still be gone
and the silk spun from your
small, tender hands
will remain at the center of me

my odd-shaped heart
my used-to-be
that has all changed for
rest of the rest of it.

and changed by the only hours
and words we have in common
words I breathed into you
so you could take with you
my intensity,
what is left of my mind,
and the true love I would have
shocked you with.
you are my magic.

I will always be waiting for you
to come back.