Presence
considering the death of a friend
who has not died yet, who in fact
is in perfect health, or a parent, a
family member, all who walk &
talk beside you, giving one the
feeling of belonging or at least a
simple somethingness in this
futile world---it defines a
presence---
the very essence of that person
in your life & the void which
will inevitably come (it’s either
you or them) is impossible to
determine, even if one has had
plenty die around them, even if
they have never recovered from
such death, the possibility of the
death of a family member or a
good friend is something that
one cannot write about with any
true sincerity, until of course, it
is too late---so with this tool of
words, we are helpless, with this
tool of artistry, we can do nothing
at all to save those closest too us,
all we can do it dwell in the
wondrous moment with them &
though there may always be the
question as to whether the pain
felt in their passing is something
which one can endure, the
presence felt by them while alive
is something irreplaceable,
a piece of the puzzle to be brought
along the way (never dropped for
any reason).
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