Sometimes good things happen

(after Garth Greenwell)

In preschool, on the 
playground in winter. 
I don’t know why I’m here.
Nose running, swingset 
chains scalding my palms.

Another child took 
my hands into hers, 
put them to her mouth, 
breathed through her mittens
to keep us both from freezing.

Someone did that for her.
Someone taught her how 
to help another body 
stay warm. Taught her that 
there is no need to endure.

Please forgive me if 
I repeat myself. 
I really have only 
one thing to say, 
which is that we are dying 
and I love you.