I anticipate grief

like a bullet through the brain.

I have a belief

that life is brief

like an express train.

My Allison lived

nineteen years

and my heart still

aches with love

and loss.

She was a shooting star

A pest and an angel

for her little time on earth.

Today was her birthday, May 9.

And then for maybe two hours

We put on a show.

No tranisition

time

until the end.

Nineteen years was the writ.

When she told me

No one was good enouogh

for me but Brad Pitt.