they called me to come and bury you again.
this time in sentiment, not cement.
their distinction, dysfunctional.
I won't be going.
a year and it's hard enough;
almost fifteen, it's no better—
and you weren't even invited.
I can't go unless we all go.
I'll bring the dog,
you can simply be there.
that will be enough.
a first, perhaps.
enough