ten.ten.

seven years ago today
he went to work
on a chilly october morning
and never returned.

he had lived a good life
full of love and happiness,
which was brutally cut short that day
by an inexplicable act of God.

so when the bridge crumbled beneath him
and he fell to the unfeeling ground,
he was cradled by the world’s lament
at this bitter injustice.

he left behind his soulmate
and three children:
the blossoms
of his love’s cultivation.

i left behind my regrets
and my teenage naivety:
the broken steps created
by my blanketed feelings.

seven years ago, he fell
because he had no choice.

seven years later, i fly
because he reminded me that
i do.