I find myself in the Windy City-
While elegant extremities reach out to console.
I have felt them locking around me so many times today,
They hold me close to others, in desperate need of love.
My own are found latched around their backs
keeping them in place of falling.
It wasn’t his time, it happened so suddenly.
Yes, we can say all we want-but reality is still here.
It opens our doors, stumbling in like a
drunk, ready to spit out the truth.
I am surrounded by grievers and this drunken reality,
Both of their arms outstretched, wanting me to get close.
I look down at the casket, only to find his lifeless.
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