Monday, August 19, 2024

poem

 The Transcript

In my final conversation with a gathering of everyone I love, the word “regret” is used 18 times. The word “granola” twice. The second time as part of an inside joke that everyone gets. The word “lucky” is used 13 times. “Sorry” makes a dozen appearances. Either “loss” or “lost” show up 8 times. The word “love” is used three times. The phrases “evening light” and “olive green” are used exactly once. The following words all occur seven times: “mystery”, “alone”, “proud”, “day”, “night”, “tired”, “grateful”, “silence”, and “safe”. I thought it would be more, but “nourishing sadness” only pops up once. “Humbled” or “humbling” are used, combined, six times. “Absurd”, “ridiculous”, and “nevertheless” all make five cameos. The word “entropy” is used twice. The word “emptiness” is used twice. The word “peace” is used three times, all within the final 53 words I ever spoke. But the one word I thought for sure would be in there, the word that meant more to me than anything else, is missing. You can check the transcript. It’s not there.

8/19/24

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