i could feel it in the streets
and the
sky

i clutched onto my cd player
i guess you could call that old fashioned

the one i love walked who knows how many miles to spend
a few hours
with me

in an impersonal way
i caught word that my childhood best friend
is now bereft of a father

that disease that everyone tries to prove wrong.

i would like to think that i am immune
to the anxieties of facing loss
because i see things differently than most

on nights like these,
it is easy to say and not easy
to feel.
i do not want to be the one that leaves
nor the one left

life is crazy and beautiful.