Your soundtrack never made sense.
The songs lined up oddly,
their lyrics a mismatch of words
too quickly spoken,
driven on by you racing to catch up
with the world moving around you.
I have tried to be the mooring post,
I have tried to be your life raft,
I wish that had been enough.
I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry
for ever being angry
This week I lost someone I cared about. It was sudden and unexplained. It’s still sinking in.