I’m doing such a good job keeping alive
It’s almost lonely
Bone strengthening
Some might say
Like calcium deposits
It’s tooth grinding the way you were
Baiting me with obituaries
How disgustingly coy
Projecting infantile rage
All over me in a figurative food fight
With spit and disdain
I can only say that
I don’t blame other people
For my shortcomings
If I should also have a death
Happen upon me I’ll remember
To reach out and apologize
For not being a good friend to you
I should like to return the favor
After all that love spent
You’ve left me ossified
© GÄ
Poétique 