Poetry

You had everything you could want, and nothing that you needed

Like a loving, happy mother and a father who could be there.

He sat you there with trinkets, games, accessories, and snacks

And he gave you what I think was your first and only camera.

It brought us joy and let us both be who we really were,

It gave us things that’d only be deleted in a year.

If I weren’t hurt and you weren’t scared of feeling that same thing

They might still be there.

I wish you weren’t afraid, I wish you would’ve stood with me,

I wish you didn’t see the things that they did every day.

You almost made it, you were almost there, almost a blue jay

But now I don’t believe that you will ever see that day.

The trees could talk to us and give advice when nobody else would

And we had superpowers, they hid us from the monsters in the woods

And we were mermaids, vampires, witches, any supernatural thing

That could take away the sting.

You used to love to sing.

I watched you starting to drift far away from me,

Starting to evolve in the way you could perceive.

You’re direction was clear when you took that picture by the wall

Of me.

I think it was the same camera.

It was funny.

I’m pretty sure you’re gone now, and that you don’t care about me

Though I know you cried, sat on that couch at a meaningless party.

They thought that you were sad about the boy who loved you bad

But my quiet words were the ones that calmed you.

Do you ever feel bad?