There is no darkness like the moment death smothers your corner of the world. One minute you’re at a high school basketball practice, missing the phone call telling you that your boyfriend died. The next you are at his funeral, standing over an open hole in the ground, where he will lay for the rest of time.
You blink, and you are a grown man standing alone before the tombstone of the boy you once loved. Because maybe if you had done something, neither one of you would have any reason to be in that cemetery on that scathing October afternoon.
Beautiful.
Poignant…