I like to pretend the butterfly
that passed me
told the world to mourn
I like to pretend the island calmed me
that the winds spoke condolences
and the grass looked extra soft
I like to pretend the sun was in hiding
and peeked out sometimes
to see how I was doing
I like to pretend the sea felt sorry
and turned lake-like just for me
sent glitter, just to make me happy
I poeticise
to make sadness feel
less confined to me