[ gently words spoken poem] Look at the people standing in front of you. If you trace the line to its absolute edge, the conclusion is already carved. The breath has already settled. We hold onto our petty anger like we have endless days to resolve it. We let pride build heavy walls, waiting for apologies that time may never allow. When the timeline finally catches up to the loss, the anger evaporates. The insignificant arguments dissolve immediately into the quiet. We grant absolute, instantaneous forgiveness to the departed. We speak all the profound, desperate love we withheld when they were sitting right beside us. The clarity comes when you mourn them while the blood still runs in their veins. Grieve their eventual absence today. When you face the void of their loss right now, the trivial fights lose their oxygen. The illusion of forever shatters. You bypass the pride entirely. You are left looking at a fragile, fleeting life. Treat them with the pure, heavy grace of a memory, while they are still here to receive it. Speak the forgiveness while they can still hear the words. Deliver the eulogy directly to their beating heart. Time simply has not caught up to the end yet. Love them from the end of the timeline, looking backward.
