It Is War Now, And Armies Need

I Put My Forehead On His Collarbone, Place One Hand On His Chest. Its Rhythm Reassures Me: He Is Real, And He Is Now.

I Think Of Grace And Feel A Sharp Pain In My Chest.

For A Split Second, He Had Looked Almost Like My Alex Again.

Music, I Think, He Makes Me Feel Like Music

And When It Started To Get Dark You Pointed To The Sky, And Told Me There Was A Star For Every Thing You Loved About Me.