My favorite poem of the last two years and maybe ever.

Today I feel like Jack Gilbert.

Michiko Dead

BY JACK GILBERT

He manages like somebody carrying a box

that is too heavy, first with his arms

underneath. When their strength gives out,

he moves the hands forward, hooking them

on the corners, pulling the weight against

his chest. He moves his thumbs slightly

when the fingers begin to tire, and it makes

different muscles take over. Afterward,

he carries it on his shoulder, until the blood

drains out of the arm that is stretched up

to steady the box and the arm goes numb. But now

the man can hold underneath again, so that

he can go on without ever putting the box down.

The beauty in sadness

Was that Cliché? I love Arcade Fire.

Arcade Fire-Crown of Love

They say it fades if you let it,
love was made to forget it.
I carved your name across my eyelids,
you pray for rain I pray for blindness.

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love is fallen from me.
If you still want me, please forgive me,
because the spark is not within me.

Parallel Lines

Sometimes I feel like saying Lord I just don't care,

but who has the love I need to see me through?

It's not you anymore.

We're not even close enough for you to keep the comment

that I posted on your wall yesterday.

I saw your picture and I said...

Hey I used to know that person.

But I don't anymore.

You're a stranger to me,

and where once I hoped to see you,

to share stories, have drinks,

enjoy meals, and experience life's comings

now I dread seeing your face.

I'm scared shitless of it,

because I know the awkwardness

and the forced conversations that I will try and create.

All that remains are memories that I know you

are so desperately trying to erase.

And what remains for me are memories.

Memories of a friend that I no longer have.

Goodbye my friend.

If I see you from a distance, I'll pretend that I didn't.

I'll walk on by and hope that you didn't notice me,

because our paths will never cross again.