They thought they were
Going
To be here
Today
A few days ago
They were here
And they had plans
To be other places
And those plans
Did not
Go
As
Planned?
A hundred years ago
Someone was unable
To process
The idea
That they would not be here
Today
A thousand years ago
Humans must have understood
That there was no hope
For them being here
Today
But there might have been a person
Who
A thousand years ago
When their plans
Didn’t go
As
Planned
Was surprised
To find
That they would not be here
Today
Thirty-six days ago
Someone thought
That it was a no-brainer
That they would be here
Today
And that was the wrong
Assumption
Thirty-six hours ago
Someone was breathing
And now they’re not
Thirty-six seconds ago
Someone had a life
They no longer
Have anymore
I once read about
A ninety-year-old actor
Who signed a two-year contract
And I thought
It was irresponsible
Of all parties involved
To believe they could
Assume two years
Onto a ninety-year-old’s life
But then I thought about it
And so much of life
Is assuming
That we have
More time
Than even those who love us
Think we do
When I was nine
My ninety-four year-old grandfather
Wanted to get remarried
And I thought--
Why?
Just stay as you are
Where you are
Who you are
Why bother
Trying
To become
Something else
Now
That same week
A friend
A good friend
Who was also nine
Got hit by a car
And lived
For thirty-six hours
After that
There is no assumption
Of time
I guess this could all
Sound sad
Unless you say it
In that detached
Robotic voices
That actors use
In science fiction movies
If you detach
Then you won’t hear it
As sad
You’ll hear it
In the way
It’s meant
To be
Received
There is no assumption
Of time
And the task should not be
To place energy
In thinking
About how much
You can assume
The task should be
Letting thirty-six seconds pass
And thinking--
Those were a good
Thirty-six
Those thirty-six hours
Those thirty-six days
There was a woman
Who lived thirty-six years
Before one bad thing
Happened to her
But of course
She didn’t know it
It’s not her fault
She was wondering
What the next thirty-six
Would look like
She was assuming
They might not be
As good
As the thirty-six
She just had
And there’s no way
To know
We wish we could tell her
But you see
There’s so much
We just
Don’t
Know
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