Fireworks carved white scars

Fireworks carved white scars across black sky, silhouetting bright behind dark battlements. And fireworks behind her eyes. There, look! The girl she loves is back, she’s back! But the fireworks faded as she pushed her way through the smoky crowd and she saw it was not her. Not her. Again.

I held ice tight

I held ice tight in my hand
water trickled from my fist
to my forehead

Then my hand was empty
but my fist remained
blood frozen in its veins

I rubbed knuckles on my eyes
my heart drum noised
my temples throbbed

All memories swirled in snow
all memories swirled
in snow

11:00, 11/11/2018

At eleven o’clock we stopped running and stood still, holding in harsh breath. Leaves of gold and camouflage brown twisted as they fell. People walking saw us standing, arms folded or by our sides, and checked their wrists and slowed and stopped. Across the Meadows children screamed and shouted in the play park, their happiness sharp in the silence. A cyclist sped by, oblivious, and people began to walk again. We remained heads bowed, each one counting their blessings and their sorrows.