Fly

Last night your ghost passed by me Riding a bicycle with a basket And oh, how badly I wanted to be in that basket Like E.T, Finger lit and pointed Guiding us to my home Where I was a little girl Sad eyes Brown curls Little hands aligned into a prayer Asking God to send me an Angel But instead... he sent me an electric boy called Angel With a bruised soul, and loose wings And we tried fixing them With all different kinds of things! But the tape kept falling off Weary of your stubbornness So we, sewed them with needles and threads instead Then I tucked you in bed And I read you a story The last line said, "You will never be alone." But even then, you did not fly. Remember that time you were Rolling dollar bills into telescopes Claiming you could see God And Nai, from her joy, did a handstand On the balcony’s ledge White sneakers reaching the sky Ready to dominate the clouds And she fell back Diving backwards Into a sea of what could have been And what should have been That was the morning they reported Both our broken hearts on the news And we, didn’t know what to do So I, held that ladder steady As you climbed up and serenaded the moon Singing: Please bring her back It’s too soon to take her away! It’s too soon. And no matter how hard I try… I cannot seem to forget No one told you to go Drunk-driving on the roads in my head Lost, confused and striving, To crash into something That could justify your existence. Now I see you everywhere In every swing promising kids they can fly In every colorful thing that breaks and dies Every dripping faucet is screaming: "He is still there!" Every fallen strand of my hair Becomes the thread to the kite That drags me to your memory... You speak to me Every shooting star, a reminder I see you standing In every tunnel at the end of my drink Hands crossed on your chest Secrets confessed And abandoned like lily pads in the water In every door slammed shut by the wind I sense your anger I see you I feel you In every scattered constellation Dancing next to the speakers in my imagination The music moving your limbs like the hands of a puppeteer... And I love you, dear And I will always miss you, dear You always danced... But you could never fly.