Kristen de Kline #239 Goodbye 1

what can be said
what can't be, it's

never convenient
a sheet over his body

crackling through on an
inter-state line - a last breath

palm trees double over
in the heat of the night

under your Wayfarers
tears streak down your

face, winding their
path around your neck

like your favourite metallic
choker with the love heart

charm hanging off deep
into the night - our wailing

thirty eight degree heat
is that sweat or more tears

where do we go with this
a few hours, you almost made it

no fireworks at midnight
no champagne no oysters

you said we weren't to cry
deep into the night, heave

hard into the phone, you said
we weren't to cry, our screens

light up with large red heart
emojis and icons of hands

clenched together in prayer
random words on Messenger:

'passing', 'thoughts', 'love' -
where do we go with this

you said we weren't to cry