6 Months to Live

It’s as if he told me

I had 6 months to live.

What other way is there

To react

When they tell you the truth.

And all of the classes,

And lectures, and seminars

The only thing you’ve learned

Is suppression-

The art of keeping

It all down.

All locked away.

He told me 6 months

And I gasped.

Silently.

It wasn’t enough time.

It was too much time.

I couldn’t look around,

Couldn’t get a hold

On anything.

All that was left,

Were his hopeful eyes

And my deceased dreams.