#beingatpeace
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.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC