I put so much energy on my work that I forgot what was really important,
time was going fast and I was anaware of her disease,
that monster that was sucking life from her soul;
I thought to myself, I'll go to her tomorrow, or the day after
but I never did.
Futile things took priority in my life,
when I should have been there and say goodbye,
goodbye to her who was now beginning a long journey.
Death has become a joke,
nobody takes it seriously anymore,
they say people come and go,
like anything in this world,
think of the end of summer at the onset of winter.
What a shock,
she was already dead
when I was planning to visit her.
Why is time always in such a hurry,
why "us" people think we have a lot of it,
when in reality we could be next.
... think
