How old they were
Whenever I hear that someone has passed away
the first thing—and often the only thing—
I want to know is how old they were.
Someone older comforts me because
I feel like I still have some time left,
while someone younger makes me feel grateful
to have reached an age they will never get to see.
But someone who’s the same age
will always get my attention, since
whatever force snatched up that person
could have easily landed on me, instead.
So it goes.
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