Deathaversary

If not you, the bird. If not the bird, 
me.
But the bird has been dead for months now,
I made sure of that.
But you still rot away at my solace.

Did I do the right thing?
Should I have shot the bird?
Should I have buried you?
I remain unsure, even now
No good son should abandon his father.

Last I was here, over your grave
I told you a few things,
Maybe I shouldn't have said them,
Ruining your funeral
I don't know if I regret it.

I won't forgive you
For taking my father from me
But it doesn't matter
Because I'm not seeing him again
I'm not seeing you again

I told you I changed,
Not that you could hear
I told you I was tired of your shit, 
not that it matters anymore
But no matter what I think, I'm tired of these ghosts.

— Nicholas Price