"Petty" (Patreon)

Maybe it’s petty

But I hope you never get it

That sense of righteousness you craved

I hope you search for years

For the pleasure you sought in hurting me

I hope it stays just out of reach

Sitting on the tallest cupboard

At the very back

Pressed against the wall

I hope by the time you find it

Covered in cobwebs

Dust settled in the cracks

Chipped and faded and uglier than you remember

It makes you feel nothing

I hope it brings you no joy

I hope you sit with it and wonder

What did I want this for again?

And it escapes you for the rest of time

But it nags you like a fly

And you never get your answer

Until your children’s children find it

Cracked and shattered and they ask

What did you keep this for?

And you just squint and sigh and grumble

I wish I could remember