Friday, September 11, 2009

Life, I am told
is about the grieving process.

"He was a war vet, you know."
Catagorization of what was lost.
More judgemental yet,
"She was never really the same since he left her."

People are there
or they aren't.
It doesn't make a difference really.
It's like being in this room
or that room.
The light is better outside,
but a person exists just the same.

The distinct difference being,
I was happy this way
or that way and really
that is what I am mourning.

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