The qualification is measured by,
can I fall apart in front of you?
One by one,
two by two,
they fall away from my mind.
There is but one or two I could
but I suppose it depends on
how far deep I fall.
Is it so sad I hug my lover?
who will become the womb
for my nourishment
and the tomb for my despair.
Is it so sad I hug my best friend?
who will hold space as I sob,
responding to my needs as
they are cast aloud.
Is it so sad I hug my family?
Who are always there if I truly need them.
Is it so sad I collapse in public, in front of strangers,
the way I righteously fall to the floor in madness,
sadness spinning out of control,
pounding my fist to the pavement
as a witness to emotion that drives you over the cliff with only
survival instinct urging you to hold on.
Is it so sad that for at least a moment, all of our humanity is exposed
and we take off our masks and be real with one another?