the rain
was falling, at precisely the right time, as though, the heavens above were sensing, announcing, and then mourning my loss
my grandmother called, too, to inquire, and something had moved her, right then, to reach out today
she has a lot of experience with death, my grandmother
i wonder if i will grow to her age, and if i will call my granddaughter one day, to find her sobbing over news of her lover's death
i wonder if i will say the right thing, the thing that makes death easier to bear
i wonder what has to happen, what time has to pass, for death to be easier to bear
my grandmother called, too, to inquire, and something had moved her, right then, to reach out today
she has a lot of experience with death, my grandmother
i wonder if i will grow to her age, and if i will call my granddaughter one day, to find her sobbing over news of her lover's death
i wonder if i will say the right thing, the thing that makes death easier to bear
i wonder what has to happen, what time has to pass, for death to be easier to bear