Alone

When the time comes

When it brushes against you in the dark

Or smacks you in the face in bright sunshine

Or sneaks in along with silly posturing from obscure people.

When it comes

You are alone again.

Somehow that manages to shock me every time --

The sheer aloneness.

Funny Thing

Funny thing that I'm the only one left to deal with this, the aftermath.

Funny that you who remind me to pray don't feel the terror.

Call him today and ask him how his Monday is

His Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

How are his weekends?

How are yours?

Funny that I am alone again

You call me bitter, and I don't flinch anymore

You who have gotten over it, you who have moved past

The event. To you it happened, to me it is happening.

I am not bitter, I am alive. And today I am alone.

So go on about your day, please don't pretend to understand now, now when I can't begin to understand you.

Funny thing.