If I spent my whole life with you,
And you died before me,
I would become
Angry, bitter, hateful,
Cursing the heavens
And the earth as well.
Forgetting all joyous memories
In the torturous present
Until my poor heart broke
And I was tortured in my solitude
No more.
We only spent a few years together
And I still mourn
For what might have been.
Sometimes life is kind
in its cruelty.
I sit up high
in my broom broom moving boom
hands upon the turny bop bop beeper
but all I see is what I see
and all my thoughts are reruns
from the ones who passed before.
I walk my woofer happily
saying eww eww icky poo.
but my heart doesn’t feel
and my mind cannot comprehend
a thing as simple as its own end.
so I make up ties and cries and sighs
but all the things I know, are lies.
There is an end
to comprehend
with only never afters.
no darkness or light
to try to fight
no struggles nor pains nor laughters.
I sleep in green Grinch boxers,
Ten years old.
They are more of a suggestion
Than an actual covering.
I don’t know why I still keep them,
Oh yes, I do!
I lay in bed
Jiggling my belly
Trying to make it
Make those weird
Gurgling noises.
Then I gurgle back
As if we are talking about
The weather.
I fart.
I belch.
I scratch with reckless abandon.
Within the last month,
A friend lost her father.
A friend lost his wife.
A friend lost her daughter.
A friend lost her life.
Life gives us the opportunity
To laugh at ourselves.
And celebrate our stupidity.
We are way too serious
After we are gone.
