It’s Raining In The Old City Now
content disclaimer: death
It can happen in full sunlight,
on the calmest day:
preoccupation with death.
This unwanted waiting
for loved ones to die…
for yourself to die.
The waiting’s torture.
You know it’s coming.
You don’t want it to happen…
as if you have a choice.
It descends upon you,
a certainty so unbearable.
You almost yearn for it, to get it over with;
you spend your life preparing.
You’re never prepared.
And after a loved one is gone…
…the unbearable
is once again…
normal.
And normal
is once again…
heavier
than the unbearable.
And you know
you’ll never learn
how to go on living.
And worst of all,
you know that,
—in fact—
you will.