Selfish...
My friend grieves,
I do too.
Angry at her reasons for loss,
Frustrated and confused,
Like mashed up newspapers,
Wet with sour rain,
Impossible to untangle.
I hate the thing that makes her sad,
Her impending loss...
It draws her from me,
Making me crushed and hollow,
Feeling like a thrown away thermos.
And then: the worst feeling...is that I hate to feel that way,
I should be a better comfort...
I grieve with her,
for the same, and other reasons.
April 2010
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