Should it have been me?

Is it selfish to assume?

What’s happened happened,

I will presume.

What purpose does my life serve if I can’t connect with another?

Like a painkiller for someone who is numb,

Like a baby for an irrational mother.

Without someone I am as useless,

like a beautiful peony in a dead man’s garden.

Though I think I am not honest,

I think you aren’t to blame,

You are proof that I am loving

Amusing an extinguished flame.