is there a more catastrophic idea than 'you, were, perfect.' i mean that. i mean that in a sense of a burning building before and after. wrecked car, wrecked bodies. lands and coastlines and people devastated by natural disaster. as humans, decaying, as organs become obsolete and useless one by one. flooded homes and lifelong belongings carried off. burned dinner, burned coffee. glasses spilled over once shining floors. moments before the delivery of a fatal diagnosis. moments before the delivery of an unhealthy child. the drive home, noticing that the tree has been cut down and having to wonder 'how long has it been gone this way?'
you, were, perfect.
it is so devastating when a human you know so well becomes unrecognizable by pure accident
you've
always been my you
'to be loved or to be free
die young in the dark, that's poetry.'