I Cry (Everybody Knows)

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I Cry
I cry at my own death because I know I cannot see others cry for me. 

I cry for the fatal car accident at the rainy intersection in front of the food emporium and gas station.

I cry because now she cannot.

I cry for the fires that burn burn and burn. The fires that rage and consume land by the thousand. 

The son posting flyers with the face of his mother - has anyone seen her? The son cannot cry because he holds onto hope. So I cry for him. 

Maybe if I break myself we can fit our broken edges together.

But I know that even with the strongest glue, two broken shards fitted together is no match for one whole.

So I cry for your death because I know you won’t be whole again. And your family won’t be whole again, and I won’t be whole again.

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