I remember I listened to this song when he died,
about a car flipping on the turn,
and about God and death and birth.
and I remember I listened to live music through a CD,
cleaning my house to the cheering crowds
of music everyone loves.
and I remember the song with slow sadness
in the heat of summer
with sun-baked skin and sun-bright smiles.
I remember the powerful taste of the violins
as voices cut through phone lines
and history was remade.
and I remember how the music drifted in
at the beginning of spring
as we looked and never spoke.
and I remember the color of eyes
as the softness of “the past and pending”
floated through the hall.
Last night I dreamed
the wind nearly knocked us off of our feet
as the world ended…
my dress swirled in disturbed waves
and arms wrapped around me.