cathy, everyone kept calling her
15 July 2006 @ 9:02 pm
where do i want to begin?
the shredding of my crumbled tissue
all of our shaking hands/sloppy smiles,
because we are a monument of the light
the good in the middle of even a church memorial service
gentle laughs in that setting can only be allowed by the people who loved Her
love Her.
the people who love Her.
later in the backyard rocking back and forth in the hammock,
recognizing that the patterns of the leaves against the sky
are the same as leaves floating, layering a pond
they don't want to trigger anything
after watching a tissue pointedly be thrown away--
everyone is so gentle with their long, one armed hugs,
which is exactly what does it.