Year After Year
How did I get here?
Year after year
Lead to this
This day full of fear
Fear that I won't say the right things at the funeral
No
Fear that I won't have the right pictures
How crazy
Wasting time in the present to focus on the funeral
I hate it
My computer holds everything but its disorganized
My mind feels disorganized enough already
Oh well
Technology, I hope you can shape things up
past and present
Mostly future
Regret or resent?
Pictures everywhere
Will I find the right ones?
"Every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral"
Again,
How did I get here?
Year after year
Lead to this day of fear.
Copyright © Meymei Rose | Year Posted 2017
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