No words were ever meant.

Arlington, Virginia

There are no words
In moments like this.

There are no words, 
when a phone call's intent
is to spread the news of death.

There is no therapy,
no ministry,
no meditation
that can bring this moment
into reconciliation.

There are no words,
for a mother mourning the sharp turn that took her daughter
Or the husband grasping a coffin of a women he can't bare
the thought
of never holding again.

She brought life,
more life than most will ever know
But that life is gone
And there are no words, 

No sense to this.

Nor was there meaning behind the bike crash
two weeks before
and a friend dying
on the day he was born,
doing what he was born to do

There are no words
to the suicide, 
stripping hope before it could be found
a lifelong friend
drowned, 
and we could not see.

There are no words,
to the friend
we carelessly let "go missing,"
on his birthday
on our watch.

And as we tried to drink it away,
his body washed up to shore.
And still to this day,
our words
​refuse
to give this life.

The brain wants to make connections to the heart
to find words,
But there is nothing
There is barely even acknowledgement of the reality

The reality,
that suicide, mistakes, accidents, medical failures, shootings, overdoses and bombings
happen
every
day.

They say, "Fish swim, birds fly and humans feel."
But sometimes those feelings
are numb
and dumbfounded that words
exist.

I am reminded of the stark, stains of war once tasted
and the forever tainted reality
of life's cruelty

It was there
my heart searched
but no words were found

as if to find shape or meaning
was a vain pursuit
as if the heart
refused to let mystery and tragedy
be defined. 

As if, the audacity to seek lines
rules,
boundaries
around unattainable feelings
stop us in our tracks

to reveal the fact,
that our listless lines 
are guileless facades
that rob death's sting,
and the reality that life can be,
atrocious and obscene.

There are not words meant for these moments.
They cannot be summed up 
by the minuscule thoughts an unfit mind
stumbles to find.

Perhaps our mind tricks our hearts
from ever finding,
knowing,
the true words to fit the right moment,
knowing, 
the incomprehensible sound
would cause
a pounding heart to bleed
at the resounding echo
inconceivable
to unknowing ears.