they’re taking my sister’s ashes to the beach she always enjoyed guess it beats being stuck inside icu with all those damn tubes but somehow it’s hard to be consoled there’s three of us left the oldest and the youngest and me in the middle the three of us are feeling well for our age but somehow it’s hard to be consoled we finally got some decent rain and things are greening up this was the year she planned to visit getting away from her city apartment wanting to see the famed california lifestyle she would have enjoyed it here all of the glitter and such but somehow it’s hard to be consoled hospital did all that they could and in fact she had shown some real progress but couldn’t breath on her own the new president says he’s really going to address the pandemic not like the last guy but somehow it’s hard to be consoled did i mention they’re taking my sister’s ashes to the beach she always enjoyed
part of me is missing it will not alter my life although i know it is lost forever just as you know what you have lost the question is can you fly without it
stone tears roll slowly down her cheek tears hardened by war another son cast into a myth of eternal life for service to a god who does not fight his own battles
why is it that you continue to set a place at the table for the dead do you not understand they will not take your hand and join this feast of grief for they have long forgotten this place and your name but will recall both when the table is cleared and there’ re no more diners at the table of life
