She was all sweetness and light
so many bright smiles and skipping sneakers
orange and pink and neon blue
homemade pancakes with chocolate chip eyes

For a while there was only room for her sunshine  

Now, the weather has grown cold
and slow jazz pours out of the speakers
molasses like


Tonight
I think I need heavy wool blankets
soft lights in the kitchen
and a half glass with no ice
somber and neat