Popcorn

what is the meaning of it all, anywho?

is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot

to make us whole again

some day far from now?

perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;

are we born simply to exist?

They didn't say your name at graduation,

there was silence when there should've been you

when we should've been screaming for you

I wish I could laugh

I wish I could stand up

In front of the class

But I can't

If I laugh

They'll say I cackled

If I stand up

I'm a towering daemon

Ready to hurt them

I made brownies and carefully placed choco chips on the top,

I carved your name in the raw top,

maybe I can grant your wish and be yours, 

perhaps I can wish you over with sweets. 

Sometimes there is so much to love 

that it hurts. 

Like a hole, waiting to be emptied as it's being filled. 

That preemptive pain; anticipation of loss.