For Terry.

I am suddenly incredibly sad

I should’ve visited

But, then again, that was the fad

Maybe you would have lived

Though it was pretty bad

We all hoped you’d get better

I know you did too

I could’ve been a trend setter

But I didn’t come through.

You said you regretted your choice

To have one last preventative procedure

But, with such desperation it was inevitable

It was the only way you could choose

I can’t imagine the feeling

Living in intensive care all alone

I was content in the psych ward

But then again, I could choose to go home

I could have chosen to come by at that time too

But instead, I used you as a scape goat

To hide my indiscretions behind

I should have been there

I knew, even then, that I should

I knew I’d regret being distant

When I knew that it didn’t look good

I was in town twice

before your final ride

And though I was present

I left just before your soul

went to the other side

I had different priorities

And unfortunately, it seems

that I still haven’t learned

my lesson about time.

To lose you was tragic

In the way that we did

The slow burn somehow frantic

But the vibes surely fit

During our favorite season

You were stuck inside

Of the sterile like prison

God, I wish you’d survived.

But you can’t live forever

I know that you tried

We had a good run

And that’s all we have

left to live by

Spooky season is yours now

For the rest of my time

Halloween was our union

Once we all made it mine

Even when we stopped serving

We kept the spirit alive.

Even though no one else gets it

I’ve now made it my life.

Mr. Crowley was the anthem

On the day that you died

Now every time I hear it

I’m reminded that I’m still alive

Procrastination is one thing

But waiting’s a dive

May as well let it go

Cause eventually

We just die.

You were a full spirit

Whose potential overflowed

I’m sorry you had to be lonely

But I’m glad that you got to taste hope

I asked you to haunt me

I have seen you thrice since

I’m sorry my mind

is always amiss

I hope that your cozy

If there is another side

I want you to be free

If it doesn’t mean

You just die.

I know most of mourning is selfish

But we are the ones left behind

I mostly regret missing opportunities

But apologies don’t count once times out.

-M_LM (©Melody LeeMarie 2024)