On the porch at night

It’s late and I’m the only one up on the block

sitting on my steps 

feeling the wind through my hair

ruffling my housecoat

everyone is asleep. 

I can feel the calm from

the other houses, rooms, beds

but I don’t feel it. 

My body buzzes 

with tragedy

veins burning inside of me

my heart thumping in my chest

eyes that blink back tears for someone I’ve never known

will never know 

who will never get to grow up

who won’t ever have the chance to know this complicated chaos.