No Time to Cry
I've got no time to look back, I've got no time to see The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me And if the feeling starts to coming, I’ve learned to stop ‘em fast Cause I don’t know, if I let them go, they might not want to pass And there’s just so many people trying to get me on the phone And there’s bills to pay, and songs to play, and a house to make a home I guess I’m older now, and I’ve got no time to cry (Iris DeMent, 1994) Nana died There’s no period to mark that sentence because it’s a sentence I can’t finish. I’ve sat here staring at it countless times. But nothing comes after. Sometimes I can manage “Nana died and” before the shutdown comes, but that’s as far as I get, as I’ve gotten. It’s been nearly 2 years, and le plupart de that demon I’ve been able to exorcise is “Nana died and” [Guilt is a hell of a drug…] I didn’t believe she would die. I didn’t believe she could die. I wouldn’t believe she could die. Because I wasn’t ready t...