I saw those porcelain figures
Aligned in the window, those unconcerned angels
Your mother, a woman of wisdom
She died like a lightbulb, discovered a day having gone
Her items, affectionate rubble
Dispersed in a pallor, no joy in receiving her
Many totebags and sky-colored standmixer
Gold-plated earrings you bought her last Christmas
We sat inside the car and stared directly at the windshield
Asking for time
Asking for circumstances
Asking for time
Asking for wherewithal
Asking for time
Asking for second chances
Asking for time
Asking for alcohol, sweet alcohol
Those months you quit every habit
You stopped smoking cigarettes, you stopped taking showers
Long nights in graceful pirouettes
Caught in-between paces, my eyes on the ceiling fan
You screaming "I want this to matter,
I want this to break me, I want to remember her"
Our house now swirling in violence
The lines in our faces grow deeper in silence
You made a list of all the things you need and so you call me
You told me in our bed one night
You lost your strength, you lost your fight
There must be other ways to try
To make it to the other side
And so I'm