Friday Night

     I really wanted to get this out there-- this isn't included in my blog posts for class.

     A piece describing my Friday night consisting of rehearsal and setting up for Popppop's memorial service.

Friday Night

I'm angry.  I'm frustrated.

And I'm upset.

And 5, 6, 7, 8--

I didn't know this man we morn, all these memories are secondhand.

Did you forget the words?  Again- 5, 6, 7, 8--

I'm jealous of the pictures I see-- three large boards with me, with my Mom, smiles, with my Mommom, laughter, with my cousins-- pride.

I know this!  I know I know this!  And 5, 6, 7, 8--

I blamed you for so long.  Every gram of sugar, every cigarette-- now you're no longer here to forget but I'm left to regret.

Take it from the top-- 5, 6, 7, 8--

That precious conversation-- forever on my mind.  That last kiss-- I still feel your stubble on my lips. Smile on!

Run the next number-- and 5, 6, 7, 8.

Who knew the weight of this death-- your absence set in stone.

Who knew what I never saw-- such admiration wafted away with every deadly breath.

Do you not know the dance?  And 5, 6, 7, 8--

I turn my head to find your headshot, on a box.

Ashes.

In this picture you're smiling, so why aren't we?

And a 5, 6-- 5, 6, 7, 8--