“You” was written for dVerse. Thank you, Anmol!
You died before I knew before we could talk not that we would have those weren’t the times. Keep everything in the closet next to the wool jacket which might have been your good luck if you’d had any. You told friends I was your star held me high on your shoulders read me books, tucked me in, scared the monster away. The monsters. Yours and mine were different: mine make-believe, yours hatefully real. My monsters vanished, yours never did. A plenitude of truths outside me, remain detached, clouds and quilts, Swisher sweets, shooting stars, the dreamer driving a Comet car music the gift you left.