it is a cool morning.
i went to a wake last night and simply bawled.
the last words i said were, ‘i love you.’
the last words i heard were, ‘i love you.’
there were other words, i’m sure, but i remember the feeling of a thin
hand holding mine tight and kind eyes.
four people who attended my wedding are now dead. 22, 60
something, 60 something, 70 something.
it was a small wedding.
people shouldn’t have to die.