Conscience

Dance on my grave if you are much obliged;

I’ve said I’m sorry, and I’m good with mine.

But what about yours?

You sit, and wait for the day of my death–

as if my death will lend you some closure.

Why should you suffer?

What if you break first?

It wouldn’t bring me happiness to dance

on your grave.

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