Have you ever lost someone and yelled to them
beyond walls of life and death?
Screamed without making a sound,
as if it would make your hand grasp theirs for one last time?
Cried out and prayed to whatever god that might be listening,
prayed that there had been a mistake.
It’s a painful thing,
this yelling and screaming and crying and praying,
because it helps very little, maybe nothing at all,
to fade the stripes of grief and salty water and tiredness
that you wear like a mask over your face.
But can you help it?
No, not the slightest can you stop yourself from
yelling and screaming and crying and praying.
And if you can, then my answer is no.
You haven’t ever lost someone.