Little Deaths

They are easy to forget when no longer in your present or future, but when you explain your life's discoveries to others and recall past adventures, you at once remember how these people were an inseparable part of your days and hopes, and then it seems strange they are gone. The moment could not have lived without them and we remember it kindly. Cares scatter in the wind and desiccate in the sun.

Like a senseless car accident or overdose, their absence feels stupid. No last words, no revisable clarification, no confessions of undying desire, no pleading with the universe to bring back what is long gone.

Yeah, we killed it pretty good baby.