Don’t tell me, ‘ He was a good old age…’ – I know that.
Don’t tell me, ‘ it was great that you were all there…’ – I know that too
Don’t tell me, ‘ with time this will pass… ‘ – I didn’t ask if it would.
Words belittle the enormity,
The aching deepness of existence
And loss.
Don’t say anything at all
Please, just be there
April 2014
Jo Hansen 