Triptych Part Two: In the Sun
I watched him in the sun
Barefoot on rippling grass
While I sat on his t-shirt
Beneath a sprawling tree.
The sun shone gold
On the bones in his back
And the sound of cars
And children yelling
Faded from my ears.
It was just him.
I was sure I couldn’t be watching him
Give up on his life.
Give up on the music he coaxed from his guitar
And on the picnics we had on the living room floor
Give up on the sun
And the grass
And the sky that shone in his eyes.
Around and around he spun
With his arms out
And his eyes open.
I didn’t need to see anything wrong
To know that something was
I ran to him.
The world slowed and he still spun
As his insides began to pour out his nose
Crimson
Viridian
I ran faster
But he fell before I could catch him.