The Moya View

J’s Sky

J’s  Sky
I sit on her bed.
Hold her hand.
She doesn't squeeze back.

The grief splinters
between my teeth 
before the goodbye.

I stare through the window,
the sky, her sky
has no answers.

It holds her ash
in my hush,
the spilling embered hues.

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JONATHAN MOYA

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3 responses to “J’s Sky”

  1. aparnachillycupcakes Avatar
    aparnachillycupcakes

    Beautiful ❤️

  2. clcouch123 Avatar
    clcouch123

    The last stanza, like her ash, holds us as well. The whole poem is narratively moving.

  3. subversopus Avatar
    subversopus

    Crushing poem, raw, and honest. Beautiful!

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