When I was little my parents told me
Bad things happen to good people
I never really understood that until
I was at your house
And I heard your dad hit you
Or when
My sister’s fiancé cancelled
The wedding
Because he saw his high school sweetheart
At Starbucks
Or when I heard my old best friend
Got hit by a car and died
Right after she left her volunteer job
At the shelter
But I finally understood
When I came home
And saw a note on the counter
Saying “I’m sorry”
And I saw drops of blood and tears
Heading towards the bathroom