April 9: For Nichole

by allisonkujiraoka

When you left,

I had one ally less.

You walked through that door,

and the world felt a little love-poor.

I don’t begrudge you it.

I know balances shift.

This time, the gain was on your side.

It was the broken you that died.

It was the fullness of your time,

and I still wait for mine.