W a i t !

The best of me
  is yet to come
  or maybe,
  just maybe
  it's hidden under these
  g a r m e n t s

        *or

        six
        feet

  under the ground.

You always said don't worry so much
So I told you I would try
You always said be happy
So I tried my best to not cry

You always said get enough sleep
So I fell asleep in the blink of an eye
You always said enjoy the little things
So I stayed up to watch the sky

And when you said you'd always be there
that's when I knew it was all a lie

a caged bird
that's never found
its voice
let alone
flapped its wings.

we go from day to day
half expecting
things to change
by some miracle of...luck
but in the end
one day, always
like the next
call that life
no,
an early death.

After I'm gone, what will you remember?
My accomplishments, deeds?
Or will it be the singular moments?
The ones we shared before it all came crashing down.
After I'm gone, what will you remember?
Will it by the wrongs I've done?
Or the rights I've committed.