Behind These Hills
Sudden shock still silently swirls
in the dead bed of pine needles,
holding what was once alive
holding the body you fought
so hard to be friends with.
Behind these hills is a peculiar
path, a secret road out of town
out of the state, off the very heart
of our earth: a road to another life
that you said you wanted
and what you took stake on
turning away from everyone
who only wanted to love you.
It is here or nothing you said
in the dreamed dark, dancing
backwards in an old house
which my sister photographed
as if after death, we might catch
a glimpse of who you were to become.
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