*cries sobs weeps*

tears stream down your face.
your eyes red and swollen.
i’m dry-eyed.
not a tear left.
i cried-
no.
i sobbed. i weeped. i screamed.
because i watched him wither.
i visited him every damn week,
sat with him and
talked about the weather.
but you never showed.

no, you said, i can’t today.
i have lacrosse.
i have school work.
maybe next week.

well, it’s next week.
we’re standing in front of a casket.
you feel regret, pain.
all i feel is numb
because this isn’t the worst he’s been.
it’s the best.
but i’m not there to see it this time.
—  j.e.b. ((all out of time.))