The Mourner & The Coroner
The line between life and death
feels so much thinner
surrounding each loss.
One careless step and I could be
dancing with you on the other side—
toe tags and body bags on this side.
But the sad part
is that at these times,
I really wouldn't mind.
Regrets, yes,
but fearless.
The gate is just a gate—
the goodbye just a goodbye.
And I hate myself when I feel that way,
but somehow I also feel more alive.
I'm more aware of each breath I take—
of the heart that beats and the one that breaks.
I'm the mourner at the viewing—
the coroner downtown undoing
all the tangled truths
that hold the proofs
that just don't matter now.
A day will come
when I won't be numb,
but another will follow—
one final tomorrow.
Tell me again
how to live
before I die.
