this would be a funeral with lots of people
and everyone would raise their glasses
they would say hear! hear!
they would jump around
they would scream
because they know they only have one life
they would hold hands and cry
they would embrace each other
and feel the warmth of bodies on bodies
everyone would be very happy
and they would be very sad
there would be a lot of moaning
because every moment is precious
but you can’t hold them too dear
because every moment is fleeting
but every moment is one-of-a-kind
but nothing lasts
and yet maybe it will
no one would know
but we would all be together in that
the fact that no one knows
but also that we could have blind hope
and we would all try for that
to blindly hope in the moments
and over the course of time
maybe we would believe it
together, we could believe it
and together, we could be ok
even when we might hurt each other
even when we might say things
even when we might think things
we could still stand together
In that moment, and think
“we might all be ok”
“and that dead guy, maybe him too”
we could look at a small flower
we could think about it
we could feel our breaths together
and that would be enough
and then we would go home
written for a film festival submission that was rejected.