(From the Death is Just a Number Series)
I could hear your voice for a second say
"Don't trip chocolate chip!"
The last time we spoke was about 15 years ago-
Where did the time go?
You died in the pandemic.
I didn't attend
the funeral.
I tried to reach your mother.
I tried.
There was no time.
We fought.
That was a long time ago.
We never mended.
I was gonna try,
one day.
There was no time.
I came to conclusion you're what I imagined
my father was like at our age.
A dick.
But you were my like my brother,
I was a dick too.
You told me I'd marry the first girl
who'd fuck me.
No, she went on to fuck
and
breed with someone else.
She loved me,
but I didn't know I was too broken.
Your dumb ass,
knocked up a virgin on a first date,
she didn't love you.
But your baby did-
I left the Bay-
broken hearted
by the closest I ever came to
putting a ring on a finger-
and bending the knee.
No one loved me after that,
even the ones that said they did,
even the ones that swore they did-
My mother tells the same lie.
I came home broken
to be further
broken
and I stopped caring.
I floated
in this swamp like a lotus-
Slowly drifting-
trying to stay pure-
just waiting to die.
I'm still waiting.
I don't know how to love anyone
or anything.
There's no time left to learn.
There's no time
to forgive those who hurt us
to forgive love not returned
to forgive violence and humiliations for spectacle -
But then I remember
Death is Not the End.
dear friend-
We choose our loved ones before we are born-
I loved you so much-
I will see you again, as we have ,
for so many incarnations before and will so many after.
It's all an illusion-
there's plenty of time because
there is no time.
Time is an illusion
And like the Buddha
for a second I can hear you say
"Don't trip chocolate Chip..."
There is-
only light
only love
only eternity
There's no time.
There's no time to waste
Between the two of us,
you lived.
For Now, only for now.
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