Really, that's all I can ask.
Only that one thing.
I still don't blame you, but where were you.
Rhetorical question.
In my highs and lows of both a kind.
In my sad and depressed.
In happy and ecstatic.
Where the hell were you?
Cause I didn't see you there.
And when I haven't seen you there?
Why are you suddenly so worried about what was going through my head, when you didn't even care enough for what is going through my head?
I was alive.
I was there.
So why bother so much now?
Why does your chest pull tight?
Why do you die of a heart attack when you find my limp body,
Covered in blood.
Hanging from a street light.
Severed on the free way.
Drifting in the wind.
Drowning in the ocean.
Kissed by the sun.
Why do tears melt from your eyes?
Why does your hair rip from your skull?
Why does your breath become rapid?
Why does it suddenly agonise you so much, now?
When I was there!
I was right there!
I was there once,
And where were you?
Because I was there, and when I was,
You didn't care much.
No hey how was your day.
No goodbye my love.
No sleep tight princess.
Princess.
Have you any idea.
Had you even known I liked to be called princess?
Had you known my dreams?
My aspirations?
Good God.
You didn't.
So when I was there, where were you?
Because with me being gone.
There's no longer a chance for you to ever be there again.
The hopeful second to last time you'll ever be in the versinity of me,
Is when you find me.
And when you finally let me go.
Not that you held on much.
I mean, let's face it.
If you had held on at all,
I wouldn't have been able to slip away.
So grip my hand and not my throat.
And I'll hope to see you again.
(January 14, 2018)
