We have
an endless
supply of
words.
And we
spend
our lives
talking and listening
to interminable
conversations
like
telephoning
teeneagers.
but when
tragedy hits
the words
leave us
like air
from the lungs
and we mutter
the first
blunt,
ill-fitting words
that come to us:
"I'm sorry"
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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I've always hated the idea of giving and getting condolences. It's so awkward, hollow, and forced to take responsibility for something that you have no control over.
You very much catch the difficulty that exists with consoling people in times of crisis or loss. Even saying "I'm sorry" feels inadequate and yet that's all we say. I really like how the first two stanzas explain our ability to gab while the last two show how we lose that gift so easily when it's most important. Loss is something we can never get used to yet it's something that permeates our lives. Go figure.
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