I’ll call you eggshell blue,

this September sky

swollen with our loss,

the souls of those we

loved, of those we

never knew

but cried for as

summer slipped

into golden autumn that year

today I will not watch

those children who are

children no more

I will not listen to

the bells ring against

a skyline I do not

recognize

today I will

walk in silence

and toss coins

into imaginary fountains,

passage for the lost souls

to cross endless rivers of memory

on this eggshell blue

Monday morning