For a Friend

媽媽走了以後
會有人說
真不敢相信
她還那麼年輕

媽媽走了以後
有朋友說
是時候開始了
我們都到了這個年紀
一定的年齡階段

媽媽走了以後
你說
不要哭
其實我還OK

問你
是不是一個人
在醫院
你說
沒有
你在陪著媽媽

你說
媽媽一直都在
你身邊

All We Did was Joke but It’s Real

If you won’t eat anymore

how will I show you love?

If you won’t speak

how could I fathom?

If you weren’t here anymore

how will I substantiate

loving you?

No, it’s never the same cliche

The living do not worry about going on

The left behind have no use-ful/for

thoughts of what if

The loss is simply that

you would not be loved

as you had been

if you weren’t here anymore.

This, in particular,

is what of (the) living,

which feels challenging and significant.