I know that
I will die young
because I
always eat like I’ve never heard of a
tomorrow.
when we were
younger and we sat at the dinner table, together,
my sisters
and my brothers would finish their meals, and
I would take
what was left and finish it for them, they
called me
the disposal, I just wanted to
make sure
nothing went to waste.
I know that
I will die young
because I
read the crime reports every day, I
see randomness
claim its victims in the oddest ways, I
know that no
amount of reasoning can ever explain
the laundry
list of anonymous names,
that passed through the newspaper today.
I know that
I will die young
because
there is already this pain in my chest, and
I feel it
tighten, clenched, like the saddest fist,
it's hard to breathe like this, when I sigh
people assume that there is something wrong,
I have to assure them otherwise, and
a young
heart, like mine, should not feel this way.
I know that
I will die young
because I’ve
always felt this way, the day
my mother
dropped me off at school and I told her
that I was
sad, because I imagined death was
a lot like
nothingness, and blackness, and sadness,
and for days
I could not sleep, I tasted
only loneliness.
I know that
I will die young because
I have lived
longer than you, when you count the
hours I’ve
spent awake, as opposed to sleeping.
I’ve never
slept very well and, if you add it up,
I’ve spent weeks, months,
maybe even years, awake.
I’ve spent
I know that
I will die young because
I never met
my grandfather, my namesake, he died
from a heart
attack, and my Pede, my other grandfather, died
from cancer,
and in a family of 10, I know
that the
odds are against us all making it,
and I would
rather have it be me.
I know that
I will die young because I
have always
had old eyes,
and for those of us
and for those of us
who see life
as a smoldering sun,
who
see beauty in a dewdrop,
or a sand crab, or a held hand,
every heart break is a thousand times worse,
or a sand crab, or
every heart break is a thousand times worse,
and it
whittles away at us, and
a young
heart, like mine, should not feel this way.
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