the air stank of stale tobacco and petrichor
and the rain kept falling, falling.
and he stood there, naked before us
and he wept his salt and blood
because she would have been twenty-six today
if she hadn’t drank so much
and took her Ambien.
she never woke up.
you could feel her in the air that night
she was with us
in the drinks we poured
in the breaths we took
and in the rain that