mid-week
you got sick
wanted to bring you a gift
didn't need to lie down, watch a flick
just drop off some meds, some food
a few gifts
i could've stayed
made you dinner
or left just like winter
but i worried
head stayed buried
everything was blurry
sometimes i still worry
no fury
there were things you kept hidden
i respected
but you really disconnected
and i'm not sure why
did you think i couldn't handle it?
would bolt from it?
my face would've stayed unaffected
i put piece to piece
i kind of already suspected
but i could've been wrong all along
but i think that says more
that i wouldn't shut the door
deplore or explore the shore
i knew what i wanted
i know that's rare
haunting
maybe one day you'll read this
and understand
i was rather something