It wasn’t expected, it wasn’t a thought neither far nor near. Your death was never on the tip of the tongue or split of a thought.

I never got to grieve, it was selfish of them.
I never got my rights, it was all about them.
I never said hello nor goodbye, it was all for them.

I have no right to miss you because I never paid for you.
I have no right to say your name because Sundays weren’t our days.
I have no right to wish for another day as we don’t share the same DNA.

All I can say is maybe in another time.