ignorant bliss

They say ignorance is bliss,
but I couldn't help but think about
what you could do to me.

And how right was I.
I predicted the future, your actions,
as well as my own.

Why leave me, C.

Why leave me here to burn and cry
only for you to be joyous and relish in the flowers
and tall grass across the fields.

I guess ignorance really is bliss.