On One of the Brightest Days

When we are happiest,

We will cry out as our hearts crack,

Grinding against each other until powder,

Forms on the ground at our feet.

Cars will stop as people clutch their chests,

Tug at the pink ribbon above their breasts,

Plates will break,

And once again like babies,

We will look to the sky,

But this time with the understanding,

That comes best with life,

And we will reach perfect corners,

One hand up, one to the side,

And so will everyone lose everything,

The cars will be empty,

Barren baby carriages carried by gravity into corners,

And you will see,

Why I was laughing just before it happened,

Just before I told you ______.