Thoughts
I'll be rather
honest. Yes, it's true.
In the beginning, I
hated you.
Such an arrogant one,
you struck a dying man,
Demeaned the life in
the car as only you can.
Even when time passed,
you never changed,
Caution and orders
aside, said you, common sense be hanged.
It still puzzles me,
even now.
Did you change…or did
I somehow?
Through the first
months, I've been just as hard,
Perhaps after the
death, I had put up a guard.
But through the days
then years, trials that we've been through,
Something did change…in
me, or in you?
It's something I
realized when in the emergency room tonight,
Pain at the thought of
losing you grips me, no matter how I fight.
Somehow you slipped
past every guard, you're now a part of me…
My God, Michael…what
have you done to me?
