The symphony plays tragedy

I am afraid of what will happen to you,

One foot in the grave, the other across the country

Will I be there when the news hits, 

Will the sound of that word that has been built up inside of me swallow me when I finally hear it, 

.

Abrupt like the end of an orchestra. 

When a word has the power to silence a whole audience, 

she clings on to the music, 

she builds distance, 

measures uncertainty in the octaves of short breaths in between their laughter. 

Life is different 

when it is
fleeting,
like rain running down car windows, 

evaporating. 

When it is

Stay.