Threes

They say it comes in threes.

I say it comes in weeks and needs.

In months of weeps and clumps of sorrow.

They say the pain subsides

and I say that when something dies,

something else multiplies inside.

To try and say that it is anything but what it is -

to try to quantify the feeling of what comes with

the everything that one thing once was

is to delineate a person to a place to a time to a three.

They don’t know it,

they can’t feel it.

I say it’s in the way you can wake up out of every daze

to climb out of the pedestal of the grief

and to walk down the streets of lives of the everyone and everything else

strolling through a day as it is like any other for those others themselves.

to live in the ordinary is a rewarding purgatory when the alternative is an imaginary shelf

to rest your head and yourself

on a common feeling

that’s too lost to help.

Author's Note

help with punctuation please