On that last day of life with you
your cheeks in my hands
my soul cracked inside my rib cage
when I lost you—I lost everything
I’m not talking about how I emptied
from the inside out.
…talking about when you were gone—
starting over in a dingy basement
was the epitome of hope.
how you look at cobwebs hanging
from empty rafters seemed like
threads of your life, you’re grateful for a roof.
Although it poured days and nights before
I could see one ray of sunlight.
I needed to be here.
To emerge from the cocoon to a butterfly.