Company

Company
1st Draft

A spot in her hand
Lay me in it now
I am so small
Small enough to clasp
In one dying fist
And I will go with her
Leave behind the physical
For the dreams and the mist
We all believe in so deeply
So our theories of grief
Have meaning
Resonating for reason
I said I would fit
Just let me snuggle into it
As tiny as my heart feels now
Unable to supply
Ill be weightless as she transitions
From gravity into flight

Just a spot in her hand
Kelly Curiel
January 12, 2009
5:24 p.m.