He lived when no one else said he would
He was supposed to live longer
He never saw me graduate
He never saw my wedding
He never got over his crush on Dez
He never stuck around long enough for her and my brother to break up
He was naïve in too many ways
And not enough in others
He greeted everyone he saw
He smiled at everyone
He always felt happy
Like I always used to feel happy
Their deaths ruined me
I cry
I scream
I never used to
I am so fearful now that something else is going to happen to people I care about
I want to scream every time I think about it
And now, when I am so far away from them,
I worry even more
My father is not young
He is not old, but he is not young
He used to be so healthy
But I can tell his work is grating on him
He was thin the last time I saw him
His arms weren't as strong
And now I worry more than ever that something will happen while I am gone
That I won't be there to say goodbye
That I will have to say goodbye at all
I worry about my brother
He is in a new and strange place
And he doesn't have me by his side
We were so close, and now he doesn't know anyone
He is not the strongest,
And one thing my uncle taught me
Is that even the worst things can happen to the best of people
People like him, my brother, and my dad.
I would not change my parents for anything
But even I can wish I had more time
If they were just a little younger
It just doesn't feel like enough anymore
Especially now that I am not constantly by his side,
I feel helpless every time I think about it.
My father once told me that inside me there is a deep, deep hurt
And someday I am going to have to face it,
I have faced every single day with a bright smile and a voluntarily fragmented memory trying to put off that day
But at times like this,
I can't help but feel it
Grinding in my mind and pushing on my chest,
the pitiful fragility of human lives,
and the god dammed misery of the fate of all human relationships
I am not sure whether or not I could live without them, so far all of my efforts have failed
I have tried to distance myself, and each time I think
This is it, this is my cracking point
If I go on I will break.
But I do keep going on
And I haven't broken yet
Though every once in a while
I feel as though I might.
In a crowd of people sometimes I wonder
If I am the only one screaming