I am selfish for not appreciating what I have.
For what I had experienced.
For remembering the bad rather than the good memories.

Lingering for the missing,
for the lost,
for the forgotten ones that have forgotten me long before I started to.

I am foolish for praying for what I gave up to come back to me without an effort.

I am selfish and entitled for an explanation,
an apology,
a goodbye.