On the porch at night
It’s late and I’m the only one up on the block
sitting on my steps
feeling the wind through my hair
ruffling my housecoat
everyone is asleep.
I can feel the calm from
the other houses, rooms, beds
but I don’t feel it.
My body buzzes
with tragedy
veins burning inside of me
my heart thumping in my chest
eyes that blink back tears for someone I’ve never known
will never know
who will never get to grow up
who won’t ever have the chance to know this complicated chaos.
