A poem I wrote in 2012. It seems so fitting for this morose month of August.
People die and, It will never be okay.
No matter what you, Tell yourself, At the door, While in bed, While on the bus, While you cry, During shower, It will never be okay.
People die, And people will tell you that It’s gonna be okay. But it won’t. You will keep finding Excuses, and you Make believe their existence. You keep them alive With music and photographs, And stories. You laugh while you, Remember the times, That were good. And then you realize that, It will never ever be okay. Because they’re gone, And you’re here. And you are not okay.