Denis Kucharski (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

It's New Year's Eve, Mom
And you are still spending it
Utterly alone, cold
Six feet under ground
Another year I can't rescue you
Another year we miss you
And another year our hearts break
Because a cell's division
Stubbornly refused
To make room for you
And because the heavens
In cold indifference
Left you to perish
Along with our better selves
Like a hero you raged against that night
If only I could be hero enough
To accept your passing
In the meanwhile
I'll hold you close
Despite your distance
And stubbornly refuse
To let you go.