Without

Without
January 17, 2000

Night falls,
silently
overtaking day
like a cancer
spreading.
How did the night
fall when
you fell
with a bang, your
head fell
Broken.
Night fell at
9 am
the sun shined
without effort
cried
without end.
Repeating,
No, no, no
I couldn’t believe,
and I’ll never forget
the phone call.
stuttering
and sobbing
your name
my name
my number
to your
grandmother,
collapsing alone
in a phone
booth,
driving
without aim,
not knowing where
to go
who to tell
how to say, you
were gone.