Day: Dec 22, 2021

One day your estranged children and wives won’t call you back,

They will only politely check in once a month.

Your lungs will catch up with your heart, they will grow black.

One day you will run out of good women to hunt.

And one day your family will visit, but right before you pass.

You will naively pretend that they truly care,

You will try to not choke on the fake smiles and raise your glass

As your grandchildren will joyfully stare.

And right then and there out of all the tales you will tell,

The one your family will love the most will be called

“She Is Getting Better at Wishing You Well”,

Then they will pack up and head straight to the local mall.

You will think about how my face turned grey when you touched me,

The sickness will eat at your empty chest.

The regret will overflow your arteries, but you always get lucky.

You will never die, you will never rest.

I know it is all in my head, I am driving my own ship half-mast.

I know it is not going to happen, I know this is silly,

But even small people like me need to escape their past,

So, I hope you will never be happy because otherwise the weight might kill me.

Still, I hope you know I never got better at wishing you well.

You did not seem to be someone who takes the hint,

But I can only pray that the rest of your life feels like hell,

And the memories of me bite you like freezing wind.

-Jackie