You asked if she was okay because you cared
You lived in the present because you were scared
You pulled at your hair because you got hurt
You've bags under your eyes because sleep is work
You can't answer their questions because you don't know
You stared at the ceiling 'cause you were alone
You rubbed at your heart because it was shattered
You sobbed in the shower because it mattered

When I was younger, and bad things happened,

I heard my mom and hers talking

About having to fit time to cry into their schedules

They always understood each other

 

One of them is gone now

And my mom tells me at the kitchen table

That she's scheduling time to cry later

We go in circles, don't we?

We just lose things along the way