As hard as this is to believe, to even contemplate, it’s even harder to endure.
I had a love. I lost him to death, the natural causes kind where you find yourself agonizing for two days over modem medicine and its inadequacy to save a man in his fifties and then on Friday you learn that it’s too late and it’s not a dream and it can’t be undone and here comes the pain.
And then I had a new love. I lost him to death, the natural causes kind where it’s Friday again and it’s too late to save a man in his fifties and it’s not a dream and it can’t be undone and here comes the pain.
old pain/new pain they feel so much the same and the common denominator is me at the bottom of the equation and will the pain never stop.
I love you, Chuck.
I love you, Dan.