Standing In Front Of A Podium

I used to do what I had to do because I had to.

Now I do not because I can. 

I don't know what happened. 

I was waiting for you to show. 

Expecting you to know

How much your presence meant to me. 

She died. I didn't know her well. 

I knew you. And I killed you before

You could even live. 

But I didn't do it on purpose. 

I didn't even know I'd done it. 

Not fully. 

So when you told me what I'd done— to you— 

How I made you sick to your stomach with feeling. 

I couldn't grasp it. It made no sense. 

I loved you. 

You loved the idea of me. 

There was a metaphysical gap in there somewhere. 

A rip, a tear. 

You're gone now. 

And I've lain you down. 

You're dead. 

And so is she.
Only difference is,

I went to her funeral. 

And this is your eulogy.

- 6 Foot Reach