When It Comes To Us
Sometimes it seems to me
Death is the ultimate anti-climax.
We live in expectation,
but when it comes to us
we’re no longer around
to experience it,
or what we do experience of it
is gone in a heartbeat.
On the way
we pass through all kinds of emotions,
from avoidance and denial
to curiosity and conjecture,
but in the end
it’s one of those things we’ll never really know.
Death of a friend or loved one,
whether human or animal,
is perhaps the life experience
that cuts the deepest,
and yet, when it comes to us
who is there left to feel.
And when we step through that door
what is there left to feel?
(for George - 1/20/23)
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