when his fingers reached from across the miles,
the wind picked up and howled
in the great expanse of an in-land sea,
raged on and on: the cacophony, the fury,
but leaving me be --
in the dark i listened for the cicadas.
i slept for a day afterwards.
when i finally come to,
still undead, though mostly dead,
and crying, bleeding,
you come all noisy, cheerful,
wanting to know who died.
i say "i did".
i tell you what i can about him,
how things were tough,
how things were wrong,
how bad and wrong i was,
what pain felt like,
how days and nights,
i could not see nor feel.
"i was married when i was your age",
i say. a trigger -- the past is here still:
been there, done that.
what else is there?
"he'll be happy when i'm dead.
and honestly, me, too."
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