[00:00.91]Death is real[00:04.50]Someone's there and then they're not[00:07.51]And it's not for singing about[00:10.52]It's not for making into art[00:14.29]When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb[00:20.63]When I walk into the room where you were[00:32.87]And look into the emptiness instead[00:45.65]All fails[00:52.26]My knees fail[00:58.29]My brain fails[01:04.49]Words fail[01:11.03]Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw[01:14.51]I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail[01:23.76]A week after you died a package with your name on it came[01:28.50]And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret[01:33.41]And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed[01:42.36]A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now[01:47.37]You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known[01:50.81]Deep down would not include you[01:53.89]Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down[01:57.02]Being swallowed into a silence that is bottomless and real[02:07.97]It's dumb[02:10.68]And I don't want to learn anything from this[02:14.41]I love you