I am older than you ever will be.
You are forever 19.
I hate that I am growing
and you are not.
It was your plan
to get better.
You were going to have a life.
I don't know when your plan changed.
I wish you had talked to me first.
I guess you didn't want me
to talk you out of it.
I would have tried
so hard
to talk you out of it.
I wonder
if I could have helped