{"id":64911,"date":"2020-06-27T12:45:19","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:45:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64911"},"modified":"2020-06-28T07:54:14","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:54:14","slug":"someday-sentiments-are-letters-to-the-dead-hour-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/someday-sentiments-are-letters-to-the-dead-hour-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Someday Sentiments are Letters to the Dead (Hour 4)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hey Man,<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t want to contact you like this.<br \/>\nLetters to the dead are really just letters<br \/>\nto the living from the living,<br \/>\ntrying to reconcile with what we regret.<br \/>\nIf what I want to say is so important, why did I wait until now?<br \/>\nWhy had I lost all contact with you for the past decade?<br \/>\nYou see? I told you. Regrets.<\/p>\n<p>I guess I wrote you off sometime in my past,<br \/>\ndrew a line and placed you on the other side;<br \/>\ntime just continued to pass. Sentiments would arise,<br \/>\nbut I never took action to reconnect,<br \/>\njust buried you prematurely<br \/>\nand tried not to think about it too much.<\/p>\n<p>I heard you stopped by my parent\u2019s house a couple of times<br \/>\nwhile you were visiting the old neighborhood.<br \/>\nI wish I could have been there, or got a chance to hear your voice once more.<br \/>\nI guess we never know when we are experiencing the last of something, or someone.<br \/>\nWe just assume we have a choice in how our lives proceed.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s easier to believe that we have some form of control over what happens to us,<br \/>\nso we put the important things we aren\u2019t ready to face off to the side,<br \/>\nto be attended to later&#8230; on someday&#8230;later.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve thought about our friendship so much since I got the news of your passing.<br \/>\nWe had many good times. I was happy and I believe you were happy too.<br \/>\nThere were some hard times as well, real times,<br \/>\nblows to the heart, loss of breath times, bleeding times.<\/p>\n<p>I heard about how it happened.<br \/>\nYou were just doing the same shit we always did,<br \/>\nbut the body can\u2019t take living like that forever.<br \/>\nI think it was an accident.<br \/>\nI don\u2019t believe you meant to do it. I feel bad.<br \/>\nIt haunts me how you can consciously make decisions<br \/>\nthat invite your own death without realizing that you\u2019re doing it.<\/p>\n<p>There is so much more I want to say to you.<br \/>\nThere is so much more I want to say to you that won\u2019t fit into words,<br \/>\nthat I can\u2019t constrain into speech or confine to a single letter.<br \/>\nSo I\u2019ll just keep talking to you from time to time,<br \/>\nwherever I\u2019m at, whatever I\u2019m doing, however I may be remembering you.<\/p>\n<p>I hope the afterlife isn\u2019t cold. I don\u2019t like to think of you cold.<br \/>\nWherever you are, I hope you can still be warmed by love.<\/p>\n<p>Your Friend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey Man, I didn\u2019t want to contact you like this. Letters to the dead are really just letters to the living from the living, trying to reconcile with what we regret. If what I want to say is so important, why did I wait until&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64911","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64911","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64911"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64911\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76238,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64911\/revisions\/76238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64911"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64911"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64911"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}