I should’ve been smart enough
to step away myself
Now I’ve got algorithms
shoving things down my throat
that only mattered then
like accessories for hobbies
I’ll never have myself
that were meant to be future gifts
or family-oriented events
no man would attend alone
or pictures of better times and memories
that only expand on the hole left behind
a million reminders
of the lengths I was willing to go
just to spend time
with the two most important people
left in my life
and now that they aren’t
I don’t know what to do
I’m lost again
but seeking a new way out