To whom it may concern,
There’s always a war
and never a winner.
It’s a cold thought,
but this is a cold place.
I suppose that’s completely
okay, so long as there’s
still time to see
one more warm day
one more droplet of rain or one more tear
or one more kiss or embrace and if I could
just listen to one more sound burst out
of those lips or smell that obscure scent
of rain on a warm side walk.
To whom this may concern,
If I die tonight, just do me a favor:
don’t waste your life crying about it,
be okay, don’t waste your life dying.
Spend it breathing, laughing
gasping, blushing
losing, winning
loving, fucking
smoking, drinking
sleeping, dreaming
healing, hurting
whatever, just don’t spend it being dead.
That would just
be stupid.
