Please let my grief and joy

mix just enough so I look like

a place you want to visit,

familiar in the human condition,

resplendent with resilience and the

yellow sun, my voice a siren

repeating words of comfort and

devotion so you may take off

your worn armour and without

fear prepare for the very next

thing. The very next thing

demands we hold hands.

We stay

true

and together.

-AT​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​S