(to accompany the post below)

Father was the one who told me.

"Coach of football team, 

perfectly healthy, 

dropped lifeless with stopped heart."

Father said nonchalantly,

as if was any                                                   other                                             news.

I nodded, continued conversation, but later,

I grieved.

Even though I didn’t know his name,

I grieved.

No clue what he looked like,

I still grieved.

Allie said 

my mind was b e a u t i f u l . 

People perish, every day.

But I managed to grieve for all of them. 

But question is, 

why wouldn’t you grieve for someone who 

ceases to exist?