ALL TIME HIGH
I cried in the fall of 1990,
when the love of my life said she had to go.
I never spoke to her again.
I cried on New Year's Eve of 1990,
raising my glass, pretending I was not alone.
I cried in the spring 1996,
standing in the doorway of my girlfriend's room,
saying goodbye forever.
I cried in 2005, driving on the highway
past what used to be my home.
I cried when my grandmother died in August 2008.
Her name was Sophia.
I cried when I wrote a post about Joni Mitchell's River.
You may remember.
I cried when my mother's cat and life companion
died in March 2018.
I will cry again.
Who will cry when I'm gone?
Who will really care?
I'm almost crying now,
listening to John Barry's All Time High.
I don't know why.
Time, I guess.
It's time saying goodbye.
Time is killing me
and I don't know