Sometimes I miss other days,
days that didn't feel like today
---days that tasted like good bourbon
---and dreams I hadn't yet failed to accomplish
Other times I miss you,
and what it felt like before we put you in the ground
and hearing the garage door come up when you came down
And I always feel sick to my stomach
when I think of how much better everything was
---before we all became typists of sorts
---and voyeurs with obscenely white teeth
But most of the time,
most of it,
I worry that in missing you,
I am missing it altogether
Do not ask for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. Death be not proud but rather very lonely and disconcerting
ReplyDeleteThis piece feels so real. The poignancy of each line has the reader on a journey he or she wants to ride to the end. Poetic lines like "...and what it felt like before we put you in the ground and hearing the garage door come up when you came down" and "...I worry that in missing you, I am missing it altogether" are not only inspiring lines of painful grievance, but also act as motivational devices to take steps toward making the most of what we have every day.
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