After Death

Lies and Hate
were a past
of the sick
game you played

I hid
waiting for your
anger to cool

I watched
in fear as you
threw chairs
around the room

What did you
do next?
You turned
your anger
to me.

I tried to
calm you, but
you pushed
me away.

You hit me
before you left.

I was so mad
as I watched
you leave.

I cleaned up
and went to bed.

Then at midnight
the dreaded call
came in.

The next week
I went to
your funeral.

I cried
the whole time.

I had hated
you at the time
but I was sorry.

I wish I told
you this before but
I loved you