Poem: Was It A Year Ago?
Was It A Year Ago?
It must be a year, but it feels
as if their have been
too many things
for it to be a year,
all that has been, the too much
of our recent lives,
and even before, all this
is so different, this life
It must be a year, but it feels
as if their have been
too many things
for it to be a year,
all that has been, the too much
of our recent lives,
and even before, all this
is so different, this life
would not be that one now,
even without disease, without
protests, without the politicizing
of public safety decisions,
it would not be the same,
the life I am in now,
it takes place here
in a house that is not
the one you came to then,
and that would be enough,
is a change that carries through
each day after it occurs,
but it is the cat,
is his death
a week after we moved
and before his fourth birthday,
it is missing the cat:
any death is the end
of a world, I cannot live
in that one any longer,
would not be there,
even without this overwhelm
of a year, the distance
to the past he remains in
would still feel this great.
even without disease, without
protests, without the politicizing
of public safety decisions,
it would not be the same,
the life I am in now,
it takes place here
in a house that is not
the one you came to then,
and that would be enough,
is a change that carries through
each day after it occurs,
but it is the cat,
is his death
a week after we moved
and before his fourth birthday,
it is missing the cat:
any death is the end
of a world, I cannot live
in that one any longer,
would not be there,
even without this overwhelm
of a year, the distance
to the past he remains in
would still feel this great.
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