I wonder if you lie awake
Realizing you were the one being mean
Regretting the words you said
Replaying the scene
Your arms dangling off the bed
Your eyes growing red
Regretting the words you said
Regretting the words
You said
"In twenty-five years, let me know"
So this is the poem letting you know
That you make me feel like I have
Nowhere to roam
I wonder if you feed off my sorrow
As if you know for certain
I'll be here tomorrow
But what if I'm not?
I wonder what you would do if I disappeared
Would you hunt for your next victim?
If they asked about me
Would you be sincere?
Or
Dad?
Would you even care?
I wonder.
