I
Get over it. He’s dead.

II
And when the morning comes, I breathe deep the crisp air
I am awake. I am alive. I am eager for the new day.
I am restless, on the cusp of something gloriously unidentifiable.

III
I want to be acknowledged, and you do that for me. Thanks.

IV
"Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year..."
We could have had each other, but we didn't.
Stupid fucking angry youths.
We grew up lost and lonely in a crowd, unprepared.