If love were enough,
what would the world look like?
She would most certainly be here.
But love was not enough to bring her home
(to bring so many home).
But nature doesn’t listen to love
it turns and twists and ties knots
that cannot be untied or undone.
Love was not enough
to fill her lungs with air or
pry her blue eyes open.
No, she stayed in the dark,
she grew cold, and
her skin shaded to blue.
Love is only enough after death —
it is the great transcender and objector.
It is the thing
that keeps broken hearts still beating —
for both those below ground and above it.