It was just another sunny spring Sunday afternoon, the kind where the wind sings its celebratory air, when I found her curled up in her own special chair. She wore headphones holding back wind’s hymn from her ears, on her cheek I saw tracks of her tears. “What’re you doing?” I asked, with the hard-earned knowledge never to tell a woman not to cry. She looked up with red eyes and said “We’re going to die.” I figured this was another of those things I secretly termed “femotions,” — cathartic expressions of feminine emotions — I now understood not to try damming or I’d be damned, you see, as just another male whose feelings ran the gamut from A to B. “Yep, we’re all somewhere along that path. Can I help?” I asked. Perhaps I could make her feel better if I took on her task. “Yes,” she said, and opened her fist, within which I found crumpled a smudged page titled “Funeral Playlist.” “You let me handle this,” I replied, because I’d already begun one for when I died. I never thought this morbid, collecting songs for the grieving, reminding us of loved ones our sides forever leaving. But what I wrote, like that uplifting breeze, came swiftly as I penned titles with ease. And they didn’t echo much of sadness nor strife. With memories wistful, soon I turned over her own fistful, a soundtrack celebrating the love of my life.
For Day 18 of NaPoWriMo, I combined prompts again. A Life and/or Death poem and a poem using neologisms. A neologism is a word made from combining two existing words (like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound. This piece is a cobbled together thing, but the sentiment is one I think about a lot because I’ve already begun making up my all-too-soon to be in rotation ultimate playlist.