For once, I carry the harmony
instead of the melody,
since Krista’s are the only ears
that hear me.
Siobhan and Connor appear,
fiddle and guitar in hand,
summoned by a text from Mickey.
And now it’s like
a Keeley Brothers
acoustic reunion gig.
Perfect.
But after a while,
I fall silent
and just watch
my brother and sister
sing without me
smile without me
live without me.
They’ll be okay.
Without me.
I give Krista a soft “Thanks”
and brush her shoulder
with a hand she can’t feel.
She watches
as I stand and turn away.
I’m pretty sure
what she’s done tonight
wouldn’t count as
an official Senior Week
“Play It Safe” activity.