“Why should I go to that cemetery?
It’s filled with losers.”
We don’t have a choice, do we?
I mean ultimately?
When I go to that cemetery
I hope it’s in the company of people
who will remember and celebrate
all the ways I loved; the ways we
loved; the ways we together experienced
joy; the accumulation of life’s detail
and texture; of trying to make things
better, even if our muddling best
didn’t always seem good enough
at the time — the depth and resonance
and the beautiful complexity of a life
reticulating into other lives; all our
connections to one another coming
together in the singularity of the moment
when I go to that cemetery.
I pity those who were given so much,
yet will be remembered for so little.
— Matthew S. Spira © 2020