Water Burial

glass-of-water

She walked in with a glass of water
And said it was time to celebrate

All the great times she’d been having going places alone, because I showed up late
All the family gatherings I missed
All the parts of her life she had poured out to me when I wasn’t listening
All the problems she faced on our behalf

So, I suck, I said
What’s the water for?

It’s not a real drink
And it’s not a real toast
Because this is not a real relationship

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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