A quarter of a century.
A new set of glasses.A different hairstyle.
A dying relative.
DAMN YOU.
How am I supposed to come up with something
When he lies there
With the life ebbing out of him?
It’s an important day to you,
But his life’s equally important to him
And today, my heart’s with him,
Not with you.
My anger’s not at you.
It’s at the way things are,
The unfairness of it all,
The lack of logic and sympathy.
But I’m seething, and you never ask
How I am, how he is, how we are.
2 comments:
Hey how are you?hehe;) Nothing to take away from ur post. Its really nice. Kp writin. Tc....
Thank you :)
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