Distracted by Death – March 9, 2019

I’m scared to death, of death.

Not my own.

But for him, or for her, or her, or him.

All of them live just a moment away.

Each day, my heart tightens with fear.

They leave on a bus, clinch.

They leave in a car, wa-bam.

They leave on an airplane, a bike , or just walk.

My heartbeat’s frozen in time,

Until they walk through that door.

Sometimes I cannot breathe,

I practice feeling the pain.

It’s real, it’s over and over again.

It destroys me from the inside out.

Every. Single. Time.

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