(no subject)

Reproduced with love and respect to the poet, but no permission. Please do not steal it - it isn't mine to give.



TO: POET

I DREAMED LAST NIGHT YOU'D DIED.
BEEN KILLED IN A CAR CRASH
IN GERMANY WITH A GIRL
YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE YOUR CHILD.
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU,
I HEARD IT ON THE NEWS.
I DREAMED ABOUT BLACK ARMBANDS
AND CRYING AT YOUR FUNERAL
EVEN THOUGH I'D NEVER MET YOU
JUST SAW IT ON THE NEWS.
WHEN I WOKE IT TOOK A WHILE
TO REMEMBER YOU WERE STILL ALIVE.
THAT I WASN'T PART OF YOUR LIFE.


I just wanted to share this because I think it is so simple and beautiful. It's painful in its simplicity.