Mourning An Idea
The dying of the mind
Mourning the physical death of a person
Stabs you in the heart;
Your whole body aches in their absence,
Though you knew the day would come,
Like it will come for you,
You scream “fuck you!” to the universe,
For stealing them from your world.
Mourning the loss of a person still living
Slices your body in two;
The one half who holds the memories
And faintest hope they will return,
The other half drowning in silence;
Who knows who is to blame?
It was a misunderstanding that cost you their life,
Ambiguous grief with no determinate beginning,
A definitive loss with indefinite ends.
Mourning the idea of a person
Is a self-inflicted wound;
There is no one to blame but you,
For allowing yourself to believe
They even existed in the first place;
You lose all trust
In your own thoughts;
Your own mind
Has stabbed you in the back,
So in this way,
You are mourning you, too.
