My friend used to ride the midnight bus so he could spend time with his dead sister.
He had been doing this for about five years, right after she was killed. Her boyfriend shot her one night ove
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a wayward rock comes flying
through the vault of heaven crashing
into you.
You are struck,
captivated by the impact,
and before you can even flicker
a piece of you
is gone.
Her,
love is an arrant thief
in the night forever,
in your orbit forever,
summoning your waves forever,
yours.