My mind replays the moments before your death
And I imagine you separating from the silk membranes of your pupa
And moving effortlessly
Beyond the confines of a cocoon that could no longer keep you safe
And here you were
Free at last
No longer broken
Moving toward a new sun I couldn’t see
But through my tears
I could somehow feel.
By j. Hamilton
Listening to the tin of rain on rooftop
It sounds as if rain is tumbling into copper pots,
A kind of music.
I thought of you again today
And missed the bed I once crawled into to be next to you.
What I would give to smell your soft talc
To feel you smooth my hair.
And to fall asleep next to you
With my legs close to my chest,
The same position I adopted inside you
Before I was born.
I felt so safe in that cocoon
Of fresh sheets and warm blankets,
Listening to your quiet breath draw me to the peaceful darkness of sleep.
I remember the rain falling on your window,
And how wonderful its music seemed in the haven of your room. There
Fears seemed to dissolve into their own darkness,
And pain became something that was almost absolute
Because you seemed to somehow turn it into something different
It was as if that pain
Turned into a butterfly
And drifted into the sky.
By J. Hamilton