I look in the mirror
Thinking about how much
These years have made me look like you.
Each new wrinkle on my face is a story
Of a moment we could have had together.
Although I will always cherish
The memory of the hospital bed
Where I saw you die
Blast from the past:
You may not see it now
Or ever,
And it may feel scary,
But
Holding you accountable
Is for your own good.