One year anniversary.

A derelict silhouette shreds
the sound-barrier;
his throat tattered hoarse,
spine severe in mindless suffering.
Embedding insistent pleas into
the pearly gate, despite
unyielding stubborn silences.

Today the stars screech
‘one year anniversary’;
glistening champagne droplets
plummet down as melancholy.
A child dashes across weary clouds
with undeniable urgency,
heart-clenching to the rhythm of her pace.
Sobbing next to her father,
she grasps his forearm in uneasiness;
eyes guilt-ridden with naivety.

Mother merely gazes from the
differing side of the gate,
her disheartened wings quivering.
By the morning she’ll be gone.