"Isn't it crazy,
knowing that someone right now,
right on this planet,
is dying?"
I said in a fit of mumbles
wondering what it must feel like
an exotic feeling
or maybe like falling asleep
you shrugged
"Yes, but that's not what's crazy.
What's crazy is that someone right now
is being born, given life."
I admired what I thought was
cute optimism
but it was merely
a fact
"Are you afraid of death?"
I asked
as many people were
though I was never sure why
death was inevitable
"No, not at all."
you replied
"What I am afraid of,
is being alive, but not actually
living."
I contemplated this concept
your concept
and found myself nodding
"Me too."
YOU ARE READING
The Middle
Poetry"There's a fine line between the beginning and the end, and we were simply caught in the middle."
