I find it hard to believe that around this time last year death happened.
He came in calmly, slowly introducing himself in bits and pieces.
He was the chill caused by the snippy words shared between “friends”.
He was the rage that coursed through lovers yelling over a minor misunderstanding.
He was the force that crushed the internal organs of a son and friend.
He was the glare shared between now nemeses.
At a time of rebirth, he brought decay, yet here I am a year later and everything has come back full circle.
The permanent loss of a childhood friend stings where before its shock numbed.
His said name no longer feels empty but is bursting full of memories.
Old love rises from the ashes of the past and lovers revisit feelings that once were.
Shreds of friendship torn apart are taped back together.
Its old form never truly regenerating, but another more engaging piece springing forward.
A collage of anger, and hurt glued together with forgiveness.
I find it easy to believe that this year life happened.
When did death happen to you?