TIRED.

 

 

Yes I am tired.

Not sleepy.

Not in need of shut eye.

Not even from the toil of work.

Just tired of heart.

 

Blessed of life.

Cursed of loss.

 

You should be here.

You should be laughing with me.

With us, our friends.

You should be here in every line that we etch in our foreheads.

In every tooth missing and denture glued in.

You should  be here to bitch about it was happening to you.

The wrinkles.

The dentures.

Or at least gained another wrinkle from the laughter that it didn't happen to you but someone else.

Gee.

 how tired I am because of missing you.

How blessed of life of knowing you.

How cursed that we can not bitch together at someone else.

Each other.

And know of ageing.

Together.

SO TIRED.