When I should pass,
if it should be too soon,
remember that it was always
for you, this life, this story,
this road to nowhere.
You could miss me,
if that helps,
but I was never there.
I thank you, though,
for my ignorance.
The world was prettier then,
and I was blinder.
And, honestly, it was nice to believe
in a Thing that loved
even me, even when
I tried to make It not.
God, if I could change,
I couldn't decide.
One of us wandered,
and I found the Truth,
that bitch.
I wish she would just
shut up.
