Bright Arcs Unrealized

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I love the ones I have lost not just 
For who they were and how they were,
Not just for fortune as it came on us, 
But for trajectories, bright arcs unrealized

In dreams deterred by shameless reality,
As they imagined themselves, as I dreamt
Them then dreaming themselves awhile
As we walked in the enduring sunshine

I found this out as I looked into the eyes
Of Amy Sherald's Breonna Taylor hanging 
Alive on the walls of the BMA last Friday
Not lynched but shot, there as her own rising