* V tread gently
The veil seems thin today. With jumbled up song lyrics that I can’t place circling in my head.
There are so many memories, I’m cursed with them. Yet when they are all that is left…
Children in the sun, barefoot with flowers in our hair. So wild and free.
Pretending that we would live forever and that danger wasn’t real.
Laughing until we cried, crying until we laughed. Making fun of the dangers that we played with.
They are just as jumbled as the song lyrics. Flashes of memory set like movie montages.
We almost died so many times that we forgot the reaper was real.
Ah, now there he is, least understood cryptid, our least favorite psychomps. *
Was he there? Were you scared? Please if any prayer I ever spoke was answered. You were not alone. All the better angels held your hand. That when you closed your eyes on this life you opened them to magic on the other side.
And just like the montage of our lives my brain wants to gloss over the ugly. But I can’t.
Your kit would have been beside you. Your lips blue. They coded you. Chest compressions, ambu bag, epi? Narcan most likely. I can see that too. I’ve done it enough to hear the echos in a room I’ve never stood in.
Between five and eight people who never heard your laugh trying to start your heart. Your precious, loving, misguided, broken heart.
I am so mad at you. Take it back. Fix it.
All I have are memories
Didn’t we do enough damage? Didn’t we pay a high enough price? Why did you think it cost your last breath? Why did you have to give your last heart beat?
I feel you around. But this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
*Psychopomps (from the Greek word ψυχοπομπός, psychopompós, literally meaning the ‘guide of souls’)[1] are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly deceased souls from Earth to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply to guide them. Oxford Dictionary