I was laughing at breakfast, painting
outlines of all your little failures
I was screaming at dinner, angry
at your sharpened shining success
I was crying at supper, pondering
the loss of the comforts we shared
I went outside and stared at the sky,
and for a while, I wondered why?
I discovered that I could not decide
which one of us should die
Just one of those thoughts you think
when all you taste is dread
I was laughing this morning at breakfast
wondering what if we were dead….