stages and states

acceptance, that's one of them
so's sad.

today they announced the death
of a former plant supervisor and i thought
he's still alive? well, ummm, no.

then i'm removing a triac from a board
and all the sudden it dawns on me,
again,
that i will never again
 feel your touch  and
  i've been holding on to a tension

that isn't there,a string that was cut a
hug that's only memory. so i guess
the tears are all about understanding
the nature of death, and what it means
to the ones left behind and i dunno bout you

but i'm so  tired of the pain
i wish there was a way to cremate
memories , use the ashes to dry my eyes
then scatter what's left to wind's twelve quarters,
let this whole damn state be love's grave.