“i have to go to greece tomorrow” i assumed you were having another breakdown or midlife crisis

“why?” i asked your best friend’s mother was dead “oh.” is all i said

because what am i supposed to say? i knew her, of course i did ever since i was a baby

brightly coloured lipstick and a lust for life- the ultimate rejection of her old age

am i supposed to feel something? because i don’t feel much of anything but i am sorry for their loss

your best friend needs you and so you’ll fly away tomorrow to wipe away her tears

it did make me think, though about what will happen when i grow older and death starts to reap my friends

i’ve never been good with grief or processing any kind of emotion really so i sit here in silence

but don’t take my reaction personally i haven’t felt anything in a while i guess that’s the truth

so, you have to go to greece tomorrow and i hope that death doesn’t come back for a long while

but i guess we can’t control that any more than the changing of the tides or the love within our hearts

i’ll see you on sunday, though i’ll have done two exams by then don’t feel bad- i want you to go

because while numbness may hold my hand anguish tugs on your heart so it’s the least that i can do

“i’ve booked my flight now, the funeral will be on friday” “that’s soon”

“that’s how it is in greece” the long silence rang in my head “oh.” is all i said