“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”

“No. You mean this is how it goes.”

First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
…
Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised