I heard you want it all…
And that you want me dead.
Something about soon and painful.
There’s that monster that’s been fed.
You kept him fed and watered.
In the shadows where you grew.
Not where I kept the library.
Of the things you never knew.
It is sudden these departures.
When those things are in the past.
It’s a cold and distant thunder.
When you hate what couldn’t last.