Life.

It’s not all bad.

I think that’s the joke,

The ba-dum-dum,

The punch line

That punches 

A heart

When your eyes

Become new eyes

And you can finally 

See,

Trained to know grief

On such an 

Intimate level.

But you smile,

Because 

You know

The humor in it,

You know 

The ending,

So special,

And sometimes

When you verbalize

It,

You lose your audience,

But not always.

There’s always that one

Person,

The back row watcher,

Legs sprawled, 

Face weary,

And you finally

Remember

Who

You’ve always

Been

Playing

For.