Glass

There’s a cup I share
Water sewn and stitched
For fish that didn’t make it
Who didn’t know their purpose

Young twenty-year-olds
Mourn to see the sun
I hold back painful truths
And say it gets better

My mother smiles and sings
I sit outside her door at night
To cry in our safe space
Like we did at birth

I love you by foggy windows
On decade-old stains
I breathe in dewy grass
And pray for reasons