Was I stupid?
Was I wrong
That I didn’t stay
For the ending of the song?
The air wavered in a smoke of questions
While it played
But in hindsight I wonder
At the choice of inertia that I made.
Is there value in questioning dead bodies
Or perhaps the souls they leave behind?
Was I being a coward or was I truly being kind?
Or perhaps it’s the hunger I find I always feel
The ghostly presence of every uneaten meal.