through a rain-stained windscreen
i’m stuck in traffic, meandering
your eucalyptus fragrance
faint as a daydream
it is a known fact that in paradise
every citizen’s favourite sound
plays constantly in their mind
mine is silence
snug next to dead relatives
whose acquaintances i’ve just made
i marvel at the many versions of you
great, great grandma
bobs her head in slow motion
to folk songs of her childhood
tells us she knew there was life after life
when she first heard harmonies
i inhale to test nostalgia
we never took enough road trips
i park to watch what happens
to the seahorses in the sky
see them unravel like a melody
isn’t this what it means to mourn?
to watch what you love evolve?
