grief
is funny
well, not funny but—
anyways
one second
I'm fine
I am
well, not fine but—
i'm fine
and then you walk by
you squeeze me
my shoulder
my hand
you do the head tilt
(you know the one)
you lower you voice
scrunch your eyebrows
"h-e-y"
why is one word
so long
you ask if i'm ok
and I am
I am
and suddenly
I am not
I can't breathe
I can't stand
I can't I can't I can't
just like you can't
you won't
you never will again
