The Poetry Marathon

Pyramid head is coming?

Air raid?

Tornado?

Oh… wait

I remember now

12 noon siren in Columbus

Ah, Columbus

I’m trying not to be mad

I’m trying not to cry

I’m trying to keep my thoughts sorted out

I’m trying to think ahead

I’m trying not to let this kill me

I’m trying not to stare at your ghost in the corner of the house I’m staying in

Coffee made

Creamer poured

Feet up

Conversations had

Shows watched

Laughs

Words

Time

Pictures

I don’t think I’ve seen you in seven years

But this morning coffee

Is perfect

I feel like I’m in a movie

Stuck in our own weird version of The Big Chill

We’ve gathered

Because a friend is gone

Gone far too soon

And by his own hand

We gather

Because that’s what you do

Words were spoken last night that warmed my heart

And brought tears to my eyes

We are family

We will always be family

No matter where we go or how bad things get

In the end

We always come back to each other

We always come back to family

So… we’re here

We have gathered to bury our dead

We have come to mourn

We have come to drink and get drunk

We have come to laugh

We have come to cry

And we have come to heal each other