You won’t remember, they say, when someone drifts away. One minute you are talking about life’s greatest adventures and listening to mixtapes on Sunday afternoons, and the next their presence is replaced with silence: a fragile nonexistence with nothing else to lose. But I will always remember the drift. It took up all this space, like a planet with many moons

I understand why people take flight from bridges,
I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist,
I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists,
What I wish for the world to understand
is that in these fragile moments,
patience and love are needed most.