Before You Knew My Name

by Jacqueline Bublitz

“I’ve come to think that intensity, not time, is what connects us.

People mourn the future that is lost when someone dies. But what about the past? What about all that is bound up in a person, and all the things that disappear when they die?

Let Conversation Cease, Let Laughter Flee. This Is the Place Where Death Delights to Help the Living. I do want to help the living. But I’m not yet ready to see where he goes.

Narcissism makes a person careless, no matter how clever they might be.

Sometimes it is surrender, not struggle, that saves a life.

I think I understand. That they no longer wonder who I am. Tonight, they get to remember me, instead.

If you remember to look up, you’ll see the sky changes anyway, even when you think you’re standing still.