For Jason
You carried October in your back pocket
and taught me about the night sky
while we laughed
over brutal, dark, things that few would understand.
You knew me.
You are always secretly kind
to little kids and old people alike
and strong
in ways that I am weak.
You carried grief for me when I needed a break.
You stayed.
Fought. Loved. Me.
Quietly, strongly you.
And I am lucky for it.
