Stasis

For Jenna

When I used to write about you

for class

it was always raindrops and church bells

You wrote of space

I smile now, thinking about your space

I wrote of rain

Again and

Again

I miss you

I miss what I can of you

Did I have the right

to sadness?

Did we know each other

well enough?

Months before was when

it stood real

it got dark

it was tender

I saw what cancerous brokenness

consumed you

Jenna

I smile

when our moms talk

I remember the last day I saw you

When you left math

early for Christmas break

and

When you left this world

early for renewal

It is hard for me to be sad

about you

Because

I know you are loved and

perfectly lovely

and in a stasis for the Second

I know that you have escaped

from the stings and thorns

I know that when you wrote

about falling

there was no fear

Sooner than I know

we can be real friends

and I rejoice in that