I'll tuck you into
the corners
of this past year.

I'll wear rings
and bracelets
from west coast cities.
and
facebook photo albums
of mini adventures
with their
frozen moments
of brief happiness.

I'll talk about
how much
you loved me.

and

How much
I wanted you
to
really
love me.

I'll think of you
in every open cabinet
and
every Chevy Tahoe
and
every
burrito,

but mostly

anytime someone
fails
at holding me
the way you did.

Because the bad things
won't ever matter.

Because your eyeballs
and my eyeballs
spoke the words
that our lips
refused to say
and our
hearts
refused to
dismiss.

At least we now know
what Judy knew.

It's been
an avalanche.

It's been
a whirlwind.

It's been











love.