Everyone's dead Dave.
People are going down like flies. Roommates are both losing a family member - one down, one in the hospital to go and I keep meaning to finish that poem:
15 minute Grief
Between cups of coffee and cigarette breaks
Tucked inside post-sales meetings where 'Feelings' aren't on the schedule..
It feels appropriate that that's as far as I got.
I hate that they get to feel it. They get to go and grieve. I'm bitter because I couldn't. I'm angry because I can't.
But that's not fair to anyone, is it.
15 minute Grief
Between cups of coffee and cigarette breaks
Tucked inside post-sales meetings where 'Feelings' aren't on the schedule..
It feels appropriate that that's as far as I got.
I hate that they get to feel it. They get to go and grieve. I'm bitter because I couldn't. I'm angry because I can't.
But that's not fair to anyone, is it.