In the quiet of a moment.

The hardest thing about you dying

is that you're still alive.

Didn't they know back then

That all this knowledge of all things

good, all things evil

would make us hold the hand of death,

swinging its weight this way or that?

I don't want to hold its hand.

I just want to crouch down

with my lips at the back

of your head and willingly

forget all the things I know

and all the things still waiting

for me to know them like

watching the breath you borrowed

from God go still in the quiet

of a moment.