question.

question.
why am i here
staring at a marker
with no name
but i know it’s you
lying beneath the grass
because others
have left mementos
of your past.

question.
what do i say.
i think of a few lines
from Jurassic 5.
that seem appropriate.
or some ridiculous bullshit.
i think it’s a connection.
i’m hoping it was.
i’m probably wrong.

question.
should i be talking to you.
i’m not really sure.
maybe i should leave you alone.
and all of your friends.
i can’t help you.
i can’t help them.
if i could.
i would.
but there’s nothing i can do.

question.
so, should i pray.
should i kneel before god
and ask him
to comfort the souls
of those who miss you.
who would die to bring you back.
i’m guessing this is the least i could do.

question.
why did you leave.

question.
why did you break these people’s hearts.

question.
why did these broken people.
break my heart.

question.
how can i just sit on top of the ground.
that holds
so much hurt.

question.
can i really just watch the world spin on.
your friends slowly crumble
and sit on my hands
useless.

i think i just answered my first question.

last question.
could you please.
just answer the rest.