"They took my mom off life support"
That was how our conversation started
My friend cried
he never cries...
I just stare back at him
feeling nothing, but I am crying too
My brain is re-enacting an action without meaning
copy, paste
copy, paste
copy, paste
We cry together
He hugs me and I hug him back
I think how hot he feels
like a fever of grief
His tears are soaking through my shirt, collecting against my skin and sliding down
one by one towards my heart
I can't feel anything anymore... just him
I want to, but I can't... or won't
I know I have all the right words filed away for such a situation
Cue card apologies
Voice recordings in my head on repeat
Other peoples words... not mine
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so...
I'm not sorry
I'm sad for you...
yes... that belongs to me
that I can say
We hug again
He feels like a wildfire against my cold exterior
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm... tired of all the pretending
My feelings are currency without value here
so I keep them hidden
I'm not sorry
I can't be
It's not my fault
never was
Cancer can't be my fault, and my currency
well, we both know it has no value to buy back those tears
So, no... I'm not sorry
Those are someone else's words
a very good friend lost his mother to cancer after being diagnosed only 4 months earlier, though it was the way people calmly approached and apologized to him for his loss with slack emotionless faces that inspired this work