reflect

So you should have gone and done it
a different way.
Admittedly.
Wasn’t your
best trick-

To jump and have it all
come back
on you
like this,
it’s an unfamiliar term
of measurement.

Loss.
Grief.
It’s heavy -
it’s black
it’s as mad
as a bag of
cats
and it haunts me
and to no end
and of no importance
it will continue
to claw at me.

And if I don’t make light of
such a tragic event,
in the end,
it will utterly
destroy me.