Strapped In For The Ride

Life and death.
I ask my brother as we drive. Grilled cheese on our laps.
Feeding french fries to the strapped in kids.
Our restaurant on wheels.

"How do you cope?" I ask, "How do you keep your mind going throughout the day?"
and he answers,
"People can learn to live with anything."

Or die with everything.
still.
waiting.
for.
it.
all.

I am one of those people. I feel older than my 29 years.
I feel like a spokesperson and a sales lady.

Today, I am holding onto all the things I want to say.
And I'm selling you my peace of mind as a trick.

See, I can fool you too.

People can learn to live with anything. And I am learning.
I am following in everybody Else's footsteps.

my brother.
then another.
walking behind my sister.

If its true,
If we can truly learn to live with anything,
then why can't I?

Like Loss

Trust me. I have been there before.
Your story sounds so similar to the way I remember all the recesses in my mind.
Places I felt crammed into, defined by.

Trust me, I have laid in your bed.
I have sniffed at your sheets, trying to hold onto a scent I cant always be certain is only yours.
Perfume and Cologne are sold in multitudes.
you think its only yours, but it reminds me of someone else.

Trust me, I have clung to you.
My nails have left their mark-
and you feel it now,
only now that I am gone.

Trust me,
You will miss me in places you didn't know you could feel.

Trust me.
It will be so similar, but nothing at all, like- loss.

Trust me.
I have never fully trusted you.