I Thought You Were Dead

Yes, I thought you were dead,

And that is how you remained to me.

There were too many issues between us

And too many stacks of paper cut problems

That when I ran away, your death was forgiveness.

And yet you remain alive to the world I must inhabit.

As if my sunken sorrow for mourning should ever shift

From death to the death of a relationship. Death be the way

Of ending. The world built to succeed any other form of ending.

By Nicholas Dillamn