a Departure

	Night fell on me writing this and
	I ran out of paper so
	I crossed the name
	Out at the top of the page.
	Not sure why
	I'm even writing this.
	But I guess
	It feels right.
	It sort of feels like
	I have to–like an exorcism.
	I Guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright.
	Lately I feel like
	I Might be, not that
	I've heard any voices or anything.
	Just like that
	Everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much
	About death.
	Maybe you know what
	I'm talking about.
	Or maybe you
	Would have known?
	Or had known?
	Is it once knew?
	I don't know what
	Tense to use.
	I know I never used to feel like this.
	I used to never
	Think of death or hear voices.
	I used to feel like everything was perfectly
	In order, a normal life, but
	I guess then came a departure.
	That I know you understand (or would've understood?).
	I guess things
	Changed after that, and
	I'm mostly scared now.
	But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are.
	You can see it.
	Anybody could if they could look.
	I wrote some notes in the margins
	Explaining it.
	The rest is in between lines or in the fine
	Print. First,
	The feeling of abandonment, and then trying to cope.
	Then death and hope
	And the thing itself, waiting for me.
	It's all there in the pages ahead of
	Here. It's there waiting for you.
	Or for me.
	I'm not sure.
	The whole story.

	Night fell on me writing this and
	I ran out of paper so
	I crossed the name
	Out at the top of the page.
	Not sure why
	I' m even writing this.
	But I guess
	It feels right.
	It sort of feels like
	I have to like an exorcism.
	I Guess that makes me sound crazy but that' s alright.
	Lately I feel like
	I Might be, not that
	I' ve heard any voices or anything.
	Just like that
	Everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn' t and you think too much
	About death.
	Maybe you know what
	I' m talking about.
	Or maybe you
	Would have known?
	Or had known?
	Is it once knew?
	I don' t know what
	Tense to use.
	I know I never used to feel like this.
	I used to never
	Think of death or hear voices.
	I used to feel like everything was perfectly
	In order, a normal life, but
	I guess then came a departure.
	That I know you understand or would' ve understood?.
	I guess things
	Changed after that, and
	I' m mostly scared now.
	But it' s there in the stories, or whatever they are.
	You can see it.
	Anybody could if they could look.
	I wrote some notes in the margins
	Explaining it.
	The rest is in between lines or in the fine
	Print. First,
	The feeling of abandonment, and then trying to cope.
	Then death and hope
	And the thing itself, waiting for me.
	It' s all there in the pages ahead of
	Here. It' s there waiting for you.
	Or for me.
	I' m not sure.
	The whole story.