The following quote from Richard Siken comes from an interview with James Hall:
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
Other than the literal meaning, is there a deeper meaning to this? I mean, can I infer that the floor and the wall do not actually meet because I didn't paint it very well? And is it directly connected to my losing something I love?