Perfect

I don’t worry about

Being perfect so much anymore

I choose to be

The night sky

In a well lit city

Still there but

Without all

My stars

Visible

All the time

Brothers and Sisters

They may have had

Crap parents

But they know about

Sibling love

The kind that

Teaches you kindness

And Goodness

The kind that always

Has a place for you

They know about that

Kind of love

That does not

Let them down

And teaches them

To love and live

A life worth

Living for

They will always know

About that kind of love

Sister

The darkest night of the year

It started in a classroom and ended in a hospital room

A piercing scream

Lumineers “Ophelia” on repeat

A mass shooting

A room so cold Filled with beeping

Snacks and a few pictures

That I thought would cheer you up

Because memories are sacred

And I wanted to hold on

To as many of them as possible

You came back for a second

To say goodbye

But then you were gone

And we were left to

Remember you

And your sources of happiness