Life
Life
For many hours, nights, and rains. I held the rope.
I thought you would come and hold it with me, but you never did.
Who is to blame?
Do I blame myself for holding up?
Do I blame you for never showing up?
Do I blame the rope for its existence?
For many hours, nights, and rains. I whisper to you, praying that you will hear.
I thought you heard, and you never did.
Have you heard?
Have I even whispered?
For many hours, nights, and rains. I chased cars as yours.
I thought it was you, but it will never be you.
What car was yours?
What car was I chasing?
I relentlessly held the rope until I bled out.
I hoarsely whispered until I lost my voice.
I heedlessly chased until I lost my way home.