i felt you did not have to be buried in cemeteries, to feel dead inside.

And there I was.
Reading the side of my Coca-Cola can.
It says; to share it with dad.
So here I am.
Offering the can to a grave.

(If only death understood patience.)

God.

Why did I not learn to treat everything like it was the last time?
Because my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future.

But I was young.
So therefore; naive.

So ******* naive, I tell you.

Told the ground I wouldn't take no for an answer.
But they buried you anyway.

how is it possible
to be so very lonely
when
here
on this equatorial isle
it
is
impossible
to be alone