last night i had a dream.
it had to be a dream because
i have no memory of his eyes ever looking like that.
they held the summer sky within them.
they held years.
years filled with juice glasses, oil changes, and
barefoot children in the backyard.
between the pointed green lawn and his father's angry glare,
he stood and implored.
unrecognizable in his warmth.
beautiful in his need.
my hands on the steering wheel,
had no place else to be but gone.
that was the dream.
reality was a tragic scene played out in ice blue contempt.
impassioned hands reaching from a car window,
and shining black hair striding away.
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