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.