There is a first time for everything There was a first time we went to have Thai food together I didn't know it would also be our last There was a first time we got drunk together I didn't know there would also be a last time There was a first time we had a video call I didn't know we would also have a very last video call There was a first time we jumped off that bridge I didn't know it would be the last There was a first time we sang and played Mr. Tambourine man I didn't know there would also be a last There was a first time we were all gathered in one room I didn't recognize it, when it was also the last time we gathered, before we were all scattered across the country There was the first day I felt it was summer But I never really realized when it was the last We celebrate the firsts And we miss the lasts Grief is love without a place to go to Grief is not the enemy of joy Grief is joy with a touch of realism And then, I didn't know at the time That it ...

Patti stepped out of the tent Into the sunlight The day was dawning The moorcock on the heather was startled It was as if it would cry Go back! Go back! There was mist on the heather The mist was rising Robert walked through the mist towards the tent He walked slowly, gracefully, elegantly Robert was beautiful He was the most beautiful man Patti knew She thought of the first time they kissed They were in her room Patti was sitting with her back against the bed Robert was lying on the bed Patti told him about all the books she had She introduced him to the beautiful books that were in her bookshelf And he wasn't impressed He just looked at her And then he kissed her. They first met at the beach Patti asked Robert if he wants to go on a mushroom trip with her And he said yes. Patti looked at him now, walking towards her in the mist He came from his excavation He will say something to her In just a moment Now she just looks at him Or is it really him? She felt nervous When she feels n...

One day Jimmy Joe decided, he doesn't need their organization. He had shined their shoes He had washed their feet He had moved their mountains What was done was done What was won was won And what was lost was lost and gone forever He walked into the tavern He tipped his hat to the lady A whiskey was brought to him He sat on the stool He asked himself Is there a feeling that has never been felt? Is everything you can experience recorded out there? In novels, songs, poetry? Why do some people die so young? Why do others keep on living even if they wish to go? What is grief?  If I grief one thing, does it make me feel less love for another? How many tears fit into the canal? His son had answered: Two. Is there life on Mars? Is there life after death? Is there life in another solar system? Why is there life on Earth? Is there life on Earth? Am I alive? When do I know that I'm dead? Do we live again? Have I lived before? What is the meaning of life? Will I be happier tomorrow than I...