I know it’s different, but

I know it’s different
I know it’s different, but
I know it’s different, but I want to tell you
(I know it’s different, but I want to tell you because you are telling me).

He was only my uncle but
I was just 8 weeks along but
They said it was a suicide but

I know it’s different
I know it’s different, but
I know it’s different, but since we’re talking
(I know it’s different, but since I’m talking and you’re not changing the subject)

His twin brother survived but
I was really young when it happened but
The gun was supposed to be in the safe but

(I know there isn’t anything redemptive or transformative
in this story but)…

‘In the midst of life, we are in death’
and our silence
does not change that.

Pain and loss
is within us all (and you and me and even them)

I know it’s different,

But.