Underway

nirvana as a state of rapture
printed on her father's t-shirt

sushi dinner paired with wine
across the table cities long

how i wish i could fix her hair
and touch her chewing cheeks

i never got to cook my soup
or take her to see my grandma

on the other side of the street
the conference was protected

by crossed blades of fiery ice
the promise was cut in twain

long frayed strands lead to god
and the red string is no more