It's like some uncanny deal I made with Fate
in my sleep but just can't remember.
We agreed on timing that teaches me to endure alone.
Where are you when I need you the most?
To say the least.
You aren't around to induce the revival.
When situations turn suicidal I turn to your presence
but can't even hear your voice.
My mind is so shocked by your abrupt absence
it won't let my soul relish in the memory of your face.
I try to conjure up your matter and come up with blurs and swirls.
Your absence was not voluntary.
But I am left here with this mess that stands before trial,
begging for something to take blame for justice.
It's like a freak accident, you are gone, I am here,
and its not our fault.
But I want you to make up for it and say I'm sorry.
Because you're somewhere out there in the trees flourishing,
and I am sitting here patiently enduring.