on a day
when I’m looking for signs
27 is everywhere
on street signs
the entire drive home from
my grief support group
and the temperature
has been exactly 27
for literally all day
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
it makes me smile through tears
to see our day all day
on a day I needed it bad
every time
I see 27
I think of you
PS
I awoke this morning
and you were still there
27 degrees and holding
PPS
can a poem
even have
a PS?
I guess
I get to
decide
