Contemplate

why do I feel unworthy

and why can't I remember you in that moment

that moment when you left a lip-cracked imprint on my temple

wished I could hold myself and make myself understand

stroke my own hair and wipe my own tears

there are whys and there are reasons

for all my controls and all my fears

why must it always be about me

when you all seem to know I have nothing do with it

alone but not lonely I lay

contemplating