She Is Gone, They Are Gone

SHE IS GONE, THEY ARE GONE I am at a lost within myself and going out of my head. No, I am not depressed or anything, I fully know what depression is like for I had it a few times and I do not see darkness, the old friend who went away for good. My best friend, she is gone and the thought of never seeing her again hit me, like a boulder knocking a part of my mind that all memories of death just flooded me. All these deaths this year that did not really hit me hard to crumble, fall apart or be out of my mind are hitting me. My niece, my brother and my mother in January and my two cousins and aunt thousands of miles away in February, in March and on May six, respectively and now my best friend. All the deaths in my family in yesteryear just hit me, like they were only yesterday or recently and I’m just going out of my mind and thinking what my grandmother used to say, “We don’t know when we are going to die, where and how”. My best friend is gone, they are gone and I really don’t understand why I feel so wistful at this time, was it because I never grieved or never grieved long enough, getting over them quickly and moving on for thinking death is a part of life? Or is it because of the Corona Virus restricting us to see them and spend time with them before they passed on giving us those last precious moments of touching them, expressing our love and saying our goodbyes that we are not even able to do at all. Ahh… she is gone… they are gone… their time came… all right. She is gone… they are gone… I am here… I will be all right!!! 6/3/21 All Yours (Jun 4) Poetry Brian Strand