dying girl,
you are not a match.
you get more than one strike
before you are out--
extinguished
discarded
you get a future.
for some reason,
today,
dearly beloved,
it is the color of lilac
or lavender
or wine
today take flight, my love.
among the angels, the doves,
who only do their crying
if a person they mourn
did some living before dying.