If you won’t eat anymore
how will I show you love?
If you won’t speak
how could I fathom?
If you weren’t here anymore
how will I substantiate
loving you?
No, it’s never the same cliche
The living do not worry about going on
The left behind have no use-ful/for
thoughts of what if
The loss is simply that
you would not be loved
as you had been
if you weren’t here anymore.
This, in particular,
is what of (the) living,
which feels challenging and significant.
All We Did was Joke but It’s Real