For Adam: a sonnet composed at church on the morning that I learned he'd taken his life - Moss Kingdom
I remember, at fourteen, when I dropped my mother’s paring knife into the lake, how it seemed that time had slowed, may have stopped– but a moment too late. The sudden ache in my arms, too slow and too short to reach through watery darks, a blind hope to hold again the valued thing. I […]
M. Gus
