Some details are better left unsaid;
simple words can leave you broken like
the Bread at the Last Supper, only this type
of broken is not meant to be a sacrifice.
Upon my mom’s return from her dinner with my friend
Alex’s parents, I anticipate the news she will bear.
She tells me the cause of death for my friend
and I am left with an overwhelming amount of uncertainty within.
Did I want to know this information?
Would I have been better off being oblivious
to the situation, and siting in denial?
Should I tell this information to others or will they too be shattered?
I am forced to confront the magnitude of these words
and the weight they carry.
These questions race in my mind frantically,
and out of control much like a child at a playground.
--Nicholas T., Adult