Bleeding through boundaries as I clawed through
Every god-damned brutality to go with you
I’m alive with paradoxical morbidity
Having held you all in terminal lucidity
But you over there,
You took a bullet in your despair
Unable to slay the dragon
Had you without hope, I imagine
Dad, when you left for business
One of the bags that returned had you in it
Never got to say goodbye
Two hearts, not one, burst that night.