Simple Question
Sometimes I think I have nothing left to say, and something will miraculously pop into my head like a cartoon bubble. This morning I was wonderfully without thought as I brushed my teeth, when a thought popped.
Was it difficult to be with me? Was I a terrible pain in the ass? Should I have been better? Nicer? Could I have been?
Of course, he's not here to answer those questions, and I'm not sure if I really want to know the answers anyway. But they still are hanging there above my head, just above those two little circles leading to the big one. I feel compelled to travel back in time and quickly take note of the three month period.
I should have been more forthcoming about my shortcomings. I should have remembered that no one wants to be around me as much as I think they do. No one wants to have to ask to be alone. I'm sure there's more I could know, but will never have the gumption to ask.
Imagining the simple question falling from my lips is nearly impossible. Was I really so bad?
Was it difficult to be with me? Was I a terrible pain in the ass? Should I have been better? Nicer? Could I have been?
Of course, he's not here to answer those questions, and I'm not sure if I really want to know the answers anyway. But they still are hanging there above my head, just above those two little circles leading to the big one. I feel compelled to travel back in time and quickly take note of the three month period.
I should have been more forthcoming about my shortcomings. I should have remembered that no one wants to be around me as much as I think they do. No one wants to have to ask to be alone. I'm sure there's more I could know, but will never have the gumption to ask.
Imagining the simple question falling from my lips is nearly impossible. Was I really so bad?
posted by Ocean | 10:07 PM
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