Signals
Two years after you died,I picked your box of ashes upoff the table and cradledthem like a newborn inmy arms. You were there, a flicker ofyou in a suit for work, or the uglymaroon and gold sweatpantsat home, and then,you were gone. Taken in an instant,walking while someone wasgoing 35mph.Red and blue lights flashedat dusk, a warning gone offtoo late…. Read more →