intjonathan | what words over dinner

"my grandmother died at 5 p.m."

These wounds of mine and ours are raw. I can say with utter, sickening certainty that I know exactly how Lindsey feels. I also know that I have little I can say. Experience with death does not lead to mastery, and distance makes for cold comfort. I am feeling very helpless as I'm sure she is too.

and i still rage against
this lying trace i still can't erase
i guess sometimes things happen
sometimes
and the words that i would find
to comfort me silently
rebel at my questions

and I'm sorry
I can't do this

(listen)