to Isabel
24th october 2020
im sorry, every minute is an eternity now and an eternity isnt enough, not for loving you or missing you. i dont want to run through town ever again. i never want to see the blue light again. blinding, as sad as it is and the news it carries. entering as a blue lightning, blue. seeing her blue tears, blue. breathing from the blue night, blue. i never want to be called again. 24th october 2020, the carrier angel announces your passing: it was in their arms — he said — i'm sorry, i really am. he told me he had seen it so many times carrying light to the dead, the innocent, to help my mother, to not leave her. to love my brother, to tell him that everything comes to everyone and it excuses nobody