Abandoned

Los Angeles how I have longed
to gather your bones against my chest,
your blood into my dreams at night
when planes hover on your horizon
like signal flares–an incoming enemy
spies your most vulnerable parts
while you are sleeping.
Dad came home drunk again,
his burning red face
floated into your room.
The silence was too heavy to breathe
as he staggered in your doorway.
It seemed like an eternity
watching two stars being ripped apart
by the black hole we couldn't see
until, I'm sorry my friend,
it's too late.