Post Published: June 23, 2022

Originally posted to Facebook 2018, Featured in Hati-Hati, published 2019.
I miss all the beautiful things
Things I didn’t know were beautiful
Like coming home late on a summer night
Like riding in your friend’s car on the Grand Central
when you’re both too drunk
And smoking weed on a bed sheet over the wet grass
at Cunningham Park
Sadness is beautiful too
In its own way, in the way that it is a most loyal companion
Despite all your best efforts to deny and diminish its existence
And thwart all the circumstance which bring it into your life
But it’s beautiful still because sadness reminds you
of love and of hope and of the magical
wildness of your youth
It reminds you of your strength
When you sit with it and recall the times,
Good and bad, when you flew through life
Through your small corner of the world
Doing everything you could not to be in pain, and so your sadness was
The wind, literally, beneath your wings
Your old friend
Come to sit with you at three am and remember
When you had no idea who or what or how you were going to turn out to be
And yet your sadness gave you everything you needed
So beautiful things are always there I suppose
Tell me what you think before we both die