I've been thinking some lately about the horrible things that can happen--those things you dread your whole life and always push away, trying to keep them in the far recesses of your mind, but sometimes they come close, happening even to you or to people you know:
now I know about my parents' worry
that look of grave concern my father sometimes wore no longer seems so foreign
they knew the ugly truth that I had yet to realize
that violence is often unprovoked,
that bad things can happen to good people
they knew too the validity of fear
had an understanding of which I was still innocent:
how inconceivable the mere thought, let alone the act
of moving on
of continuing with life
should (true and awful) tragedy strike
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