Mar 03

Still Too Big: A Poem

What’s wrong, you asked.
Nothing, I said,
Which was true
But not the whole truth
Because the whole truth
Was a bubble in my throat
A stone in my stomach
And it was too big for words
Or I couldn’t get the words around it
All except Nothing.
That one I squeezed out
With a little smile
To let you know I was fine.
I can explain now.
Because the truth
The whole truth
Is that one day
Or I
Will just stop
Everyone stops
Of course.
It’s not new.
It’s not news.
But it will be the only time for us.
And my plan
Right now
Is to be holding your hand
Which is beautiful
And terrible
And, it turns out,
Still too big for words.

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