From Dust to Envy
It started with a bed:
A night of seemingly married bliss
brought a girl that didn’t ask for anything.
She adored what life gave to her
as a father:
Smart, sensitive, funny, brave,
Listened when she cried
Held her when she grieved
Praised her when she lived her dreams.
All this, and he was flawed:
A secret keeper,
And in his eyes,
A burden to those who loved him.
His life was only an existence, until Death
payed him a hasty visit;
They chatted on what comes after:
mistakes that can’t be changed,
wrongs that will never be made right,
and when it would all be over.
His existence left him slowly and
all she could do was watch.
It ended with a bed; he was gone.
A phone call in a lonely apartment sent a
downward spiral to her feet:
She shrieked, she cursed to the world, she punched walls
Truly, she envied Death:
The taker of the man she adored,
his gateway to his final eternity,
his one companion into something new.
all she did was cry.
Death has no compassion.
Her life continues as an existence.
She is her father’s daughter.