Understanding

My friend’s dead eyes tell me her parents are getting divorced.
And I paused for a long second…Because I thought I was going to sneeze.

I mean, PLEASE

It’s a bummer of course
But this is not the end of the world.
“It’s the end of mine” she sighs

As far as I know, a divorce is not a terminal illness
“It’s not an illness or an accident, but it is trauma”
DRAMA!

You are thinking of this all wrong
What if it’s a good thing?
Their guilt will gild the halls of your heart
You’ll get two birthdays now,
And two Christmases, more with grandparents – practically Hanukkah!
I’d rather have one, she said

I’m dead.
 
Come on!
You will be the prize, prioritized
The star in their new solo solar systems
Then I will be the reminder, she said, the gravity that won’t let them go

So?

She is choosing to be a black hole
And yes, change is hard, but so is standing still in a storm

Don’t you want them to be happy?

And she’s quiet for a long second
Maybe she has to sneeze too

But instead her mouth starts to move
Wordless and wandering
then it closes

Which I think means I’m right
Until her ears close up tight and she says
I hope you never understand
And I genuinely believe she is being crazy

So I go home

where my parents were waiting
“We have something to tell you” they said
And suddenly  
I understood everything