That Program
I’m mad.
Mad that you’re gone.
Mad that I never got to say goodbye.
Mad that you didn’t ask for help.
I’m mad that you didn’t try harder.
Mad that I didn’t try harder.
Mad that I’m here and you’re not.
I’m mad that I don’t know what to say standing in front of everyone,
Mad that I look down and see your smiling face on the program,
staring at me, like it’s my fault we are all in this dreaded place.
Mad that I can’t express our friendship in just a few words.
Mad that I can’t talk because I am crying way too hard.
Mad that I can’t think of a good memory to share
because there are just too many to choose from.
I’m mad that you’re not here to cheer me up.
I’m mad that there are a million memories
of you going through my head and those
memories are the only ones I will have.
I’m mad that the one person I want to
talk to is you, and you’re not here.
Mad I have to go on without you.
I’m mad that you thought it
was time for you to go,
and now, I am here
without you,
struggling to
get by, mad
that I’m
alone.
-Kelsey Langlois.
