toy story 4

with death nothing is simple anymore
like that red rocking chair
or the moon
or watching a toy and a child be separated
in a silly pixar movie

i keep holding space for the living
and holding space for the dead
as i heave in the shadow of ineffable grief
and the delightful sound of my boys laughing

it’s just the struggle to live a life in pieces,
with part of me embracing the magic of them here

and part of me broken off
and buried with her in her grave