Why

About this Poem

This was a poem I wrote after my now ex boyfriend’s mother passed away. I was channeling one of my favourite authors, Sherman alexie. I do hope you enjoy.

Why

Why, why, why, why,
Why did you have to die?
Why did you have to leave him so alone?
Why did you have to leave her to pick up all of the pieces?
Why couldn’t you get better?
Why didn’t you just stay in the hospital the last time?
This could have been fixed and you would still be here!
You could have gotten better.
Instead, you didn’t.
Instead, you finally fell apart.
I didn’t know you, but I loved you.
I loved him.
I held him in the bar, and listened to him cry.
His phone, never stopped ringing.
So much family.
So many things to do.
Not enough time for all of it.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.
He changed so much when you died.
Why, why, why, why, why?
Why has the man I loved gone away?
It’s all right.
All will heal in the end.
But still I ask,
Why, why, why, why?

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