She said she could never handle
all the many sunny days
a too-blue sky
and I failed to understand.
She said she’d broken up with God
after her mom lost the fight
with cancer last year
and I understood.
We came from opposite coasts,
she favoring the side with earthquakes
me with my feet on solid sand.
She wants to toss off her hat, go headlong into that despair.
I don’t speak her words. I’ve chosen otherwise.
We remember backward to our years before
and call it a draw.