There’s a girl somewhere with diamonds

in her eyes. And maybe it’s retinoblastoma,

but maybe it’s diamonds.

I am full of doubt.

I don’t think that will ever go away.

The leaves were brown and wet outside.

You were asleep beside me, smiling

in that way,

quietly

that makes it warmer in the morning.

The smack of rain on the sill,

unremarkable

and rhythmic.

It was a Wednesday.

You were designing a city

in your head, an autumn city

with brown leaves in the musty

corners of things, smelling

of wonderful blankets,

of chimney smoke and pine.

And you were sure, of everything.