How did we end up like this?
Everything changed so fast, I’ve lost count of
All those broken, forgotten promises.

After all, what’s a promise to a dead man?

Back in middle school,
The loss of my dog was the worst pain I’d ever felt.
Alone, I fantasized about us together, in an apartment.
Confronted, if asked to brush or bathe her, I’d yell.

I hope nobody I know forgives me.
I don’t know much, but I know that wasn’t
Any more than a twisted, greedy daydream.

It’s hilarious, really.
Now, the worst pain I’ve felt comes from a lack of contact
With a person I’ve never once seen off a screen.

We made promises too. Probably more than we should have.
I guess it hurts more since we believed those ones were real.