I wrote you a eulogy
sitting there in the backseat
of my car as we sang
the songs everyone knows,
I wrote you the world.

I hoped the tears would stay
behind as I felt like you had
already blown through
the front windshield.
Glass painting the pavement
like a night sky and the
scream of sirens so unfamiliarly
near.

I wrote about how
when the world was ending
you would be the first I knew
I needed to save. I wrote
that yours was the love that
taught me that sometimes
your favorite doll is the one
that you need to give away
the most, because love is funny
like that, if anyone deserved
treasure it was you.

No sirens ever came,
and the glass all held together,
an unshakable bond, and no
matter how strongly I felt as
if I had just watched your life
leave behind but a sweet memory
and it was my mission to tell the world,

You were blissfully still there.
Smiling as Katy blared from the radio,
a serendipitous occurrence, blind
to the new mirror I saw you through.
Blind to the months of torn
papers I would have gone through
for you, the blank stares and fist
shaped holes in the wall from that
time in the back of my car
I wrote you a eulogy.