I wrote a poem for your wedding,
and read it out loud -
strapped in a corseted dress.
my breath faltered and shook from the tightness on my lungs,
revelling in your happiness.
I bought champagne for your first born,
the same due date as mine
- scorpion siblings,
someone to enjoy the fireworks with.
He will be ten in the fall,
two months early now he shares your sign (and your eyes).
I wrote a poem for your funeral
and read it out loud -
full circle, quite fitting it seemed -
my breath faltered from sadness,
because nobody thought,
there'd only be fifteen months between.
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