sometimes,
when i’m all alone
and can’t keep track
of myself anymore

i think of you,
how you survived
all these years of exhaust
could i ever be like that?

sometimes,
when the best of us
become the worst of us
and everything falls apart

i think of you,
the burden you carry, all by yourself,
heavy, weighing on your worn-out shoulders
could i ever be like that?

sometimes,
when i sit on the floor of my room
and stare of into space,
and cry for you,
for me, for us, for everything

i think of you,
and everything you’ve sacrificed
for me
could i ever be like that?

someday,
when i’m kneeling in from of
the headstone, your ashes
wrung out to the last bone

i’ll think of you,
cry for you, for the last time
and think, now that you’re gone
maybe i can be like that.