Tom Tomaszewski | Landing in Poland................................................................

After The Myth of Er

Since I’ve been reckoning with grief, I’ve been remembering my previous. Two friends, one close, both dead.

I’ve been comparing the way they left with this, which I wished for them, or myself, or thought I did:

this bereavement with a view that parting is. Wrong, twice,

to believe myself selfless enough and brave to choose to see the gone going,

selfish enough to cheer their forgetting forgiving me. After all, they didn’t mean

to leave, or so I pretend to know. I only want to want to watch you moving on.