I said,
"I'm going on 14."
You said,
"No. Stay. Please."
You had tears in your eyes.
Real fucking tears.
I wonder why on earth would you waste that on me.
I wonder why anyone would grieve.
Is this the old man's way of stalling me?
Is this cosmic rejection?
Fuck.
I can hear Sisyphus laugh in the distance.
How do you let go when you have people pulling you over?
How do you just die while they keep yelling "CHARGE!" ?
