Who knows a damn thing?

If I don’t fight

what?

in this world…

maybe even out of this world,

would I fight for

if not

Do I sit tied with a purpose

was I one to stand on legs numb and shaken?

open my mouth to find a broken cry

or maybe the roar of silence,

Like a lion decorated with sharpened teeth resembling the face of guilt,

Ready to consume flesh for lunch

This was the moment.

I was promised,

A comic grudge greater than myself

the encounter of fate

what I didn’t know is you were the bait.

I promise I didn’t know.

It was never meant to be you

now.

Whether I survived or not,

I

do not

Know

that moment, the finale

The movie ends;

the climax, the height, the bridge: it doesn’t end.

never ceasing,

The credits role,

waking to a name called that does not belong,

a preserved delicate petal of a flower

to be admired for for all your days.

Some, alive under the spotlight of golden rays

others, withered and wilted away.

All the things I didn’t, all the things I did, all the things that should’ve, and all the things that could have…

I didn’t know.

Did I?

Didn’t I?

Could I?

Should I?

Who I?

When I?

But I…

I know.

I’m sorry.

I love you.