I looked at you
across the room
An unsettled feeling from someone
I’d be close to very soon

I didn’t want to talk about
your impending freedom
You’ve already prepared

I can comfortably watch
you inhale
and exhale that thing
put my father closer to death
or God,
your father sounds familiar with Him

I’ll keep my eyes empty
On the inside
I wanted to give
A reason to put it out — or
Love
unquestioned
unexpected
here

Somehow
so in tune
But your mind
had to be consumed

I see a kindness in you
one that I don’t want you to lose

S. L. Cottle