Understanding Weakness

when I sit by your grave,

doing the same thing

we always do,

it’s hard to feel anything

the reason why isn’t clear


-right across the highway

ignorant adolescents

play with sticks and balls…


I never question your motives



they called you a coward

and I wish I could hang them

since they deserve it

and you didn’t


the longer I wait

the more distant you are

until you fade completely


memories will always be

sweeter than the present

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