Spring Comes Early

I get good at pretending

that I don’t blame you

for his death, and this is all

it takes to keep you alive.

Your daughter does not lose

her brother and mother

two months apart. Our story

is tragic but not hopeless.

When you call me the night

you decide to die,

I pick up the phone.

Spring comes early

and the crocuses reach up

into the wretched world.

I unbury you, unbury

you, unbury you.