I don’t think I have any family that’ll survive the test of time
so I will write as if I’m writing to a stranger.
I suppose I am anyways,
but I digress.
I was not happy.
Not in life, not in career.
I was not a happy man.
The world is a large place brimming with zest and opportunity.
But everyone everywhere is finding a different battle to fight,
a new person to argue with,
a place to desecrate.
What did I ever have to be happy about?
There was a time where I had love,
But how many beatings can one person take.
No physical bruises, but I’ve been told you can see
it in my eyes.
I’m a fractured person.
I gave parts of me to everyone I ever loved.
Some pieces were ripped off of me by people I
never even got the chance to fully know.
And I don’t blame them,
I think they were trying to find a piece of me that
would patch over a hole that existed
Broken people picking through the scraps,
a patchwork quilt of those we’ve loved
those who view us as a means to an end,
or do not think about us much.
I don’t think anyone will think of me for much longer,
let alone think of me during the time this message sits underground.
But maybe you’re a new family, come here to make
Maybe you’re digging up the yard to put in a pool, or
some new plants.
I love dahlias, so maybe you can plant some of those.
I always meant to plant them myself.
Whoever you are, don’t let me be a forgotten whisper in
Let me be a ghost in your life.
You can make up some silly story to tell your kids,
if you have those.
In the afterlife, I won’t do anything cruel or scary.
I know it’s a lot to ask,
but maybe haunting your life
is the closest I will ever get