"It might start like this..."

[butterflydreaming]

 It might start like this...

1) Bartering. Couldn't you take someone else?

I could give you a list of names,

the ones I remember.

I could give up my memories...

Let him be alive, and no difference to me.

What would you take in his place?

My sorrow

My loss

 

2) Anger. We I didn't get another chance

I didn't get

to matter for a moment

a chance to be a friend this time

Why didn't I know anything of his life?

one more serving of sangria

his smile, even in his eyes

relief

 

3) Acceptance. We get so little 

of anyone.

(He called me 'Dreaming. Once.)

I must give more of myself

and

I can believe that he treasured every hour he lived

(he showed it)

anime cherry blossoms flutter across the scene

 

4) Depression. Here are my tears;

they are for me,

again,

recall.

 

5) Disbelief. You could tell me I misread,

misunderstood:

He's laughing somewhere, just a misadventure, a bump on the road.

Send me the news in two days.

He'll walk through the door tomorrow, unaware

of this horrid practical joke.

Anything to make the statement false.

Not knowing more than he gave, I have no right to grieving

Nothing more more than this

is.

 

It could end, like this...