Cousins got married when I couldn’t be there.
Caskets were shut without my goodbye.
Friends’ lives went on with busy days.
I laid in a bed.
Then I pushed at the wheels of a chair.
Now the keyboard talks for me when my voice can’t be trusted.
My cousin is no longer a newlywed.
A friend has had to move past the graveyard.
Those lives are still busy.
I get out of bed and push those wheels and hope the keys say the right things.