Funeral

Tell me what it was
That you kept inside your wallet
Maybe pictures from high school
Or old wrinkled receipts
Did you hold onto that note that I wrote you years ago
That carried all the words I couldn’t say to you so

Tell me about how you thought that I turned out
Did you expect better?
Or were you not surprised at all?
Our hands held together
I remember them feeling cold
As we sat there crying
At your mother’s funeral

I left
Took the exit out to the street
I felt
Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
I went
To a bar and had a few drinks
How does this keep happening?

I left
Took the exit out to the street
I felt
Guilty standing there on two healthy feet
I went
To a bar and had a few drinks
How does this keep happening to me?