On the night that I dreamed you had died,
I didn't want them to see me crying in the kitchen,
But I did, and spoke only the truth for the day,
In honor of you. I hope that it wasn't a dumb thing to do.
It probably was.
I didn't want to speak to people you knew,
But I did. Told them how I knew you and, now,
With you gone...
-**** it, you wouldn't want this,
All this spewing of emotion, this lament of the flesh,
From which you're now gone.
I said I felt bad for loving you so much, but then I remembered your words,
I said I was wrong, I said I was weak, but then I remembered your words,
When you said,
"You are, but that's o.k."
It's the consolation of a friend, now gone, distilled to the essence,
Of what you needed to hear,
Exactly when you needed to hear it.
Imagined emotions in the wake of an imagined death.
It's about the storm that might occur in the wake of a death close to someone. Not deeply close, but meaningful. We hide our love for fear and in this situation, the dam breaks and all comes out. It turns out that being at peace with the way things are is a good place to start. You'll find that what seemed like a colossal nightmare was, in fact, perfectly o.k. after all.
