What If It's Too Late?

Perhaps you are reading this and my eyes are still closed.

Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it won't be warm anymore.

Do not mourn for me, do not cry.

For it is you who I feel sorry for.

 

If I die tomorrow, please know that I forgave you,

Relieve yourself of the guilt for what you did and what you said.

I hope you find out kindness is a virtue; I hope you find peace.

Do not feel sorry for not defending me instead,

For it is you who I feel sorry for.

 

If I die tomorrow, please know that I loved you,

I cherished every moment in the shotgun seat of your Cadillac.

I hope you find out honesty is a virtue; I hope you find peace.

Do not feel sorry for not loving me back,

For it is you who I feel sorry for.

 

If I die tomorrow, please know that I needed you,

It is never easy coming out to your parents as gay.

I hope you find out compassion is a virtue; I hope you find peace.

Do not feel sorry for not accepting me that day,

For it is you who I feel sorry for.

 

Perhaps you are reading this and they could not save me in time.

Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it will drop towards the floor.

Do not mourn for me, do not cry.

For it is you who I feel sorry for.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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