I see you mourn for those
Who are dead,
And yet I wonder:
How is it you do not see those
Who are still alive?
How do you not make a bed
Share a basement
Offer a lake cottage
Or pay for a flight?
You mourn those who are dead
And yet give no time,
No schedule
No resources,
To those who are still alive.
You mourn those who are dead
You would give anything, you say,
To have them back.
Yet you give
Nothing
To those who are alive.
Alive and willing, able,
Trying.
To have relationship,
To be enjoyed, wanted, and loved.
And yet you choose not to make space
In your home, heart, resources, or life
For those who are still alive.
So you mourn those who are dead
But do not live
Loving those who are
Alive.
