MAD
Am I mad?
You bet I am!
She wasn’t supposed to die.
We pledged our love forever.
We’d only just begun
To fulfill some of the dreams we had.
But we were cheated out of our future together,
And all my dreams are in past tense now.
Our forever lasted thirty-six years,
Which wasn’t nearly long enough.
I’m mad that I’m all alone
And struggle every day to accept it.
I’m mad that I have no one
To bounce ideas off of or share my thoughts with
Whether it’s a major decision that impacts my life
Or a trivial one that doesn’t really matter.
If only the word “mad” didn’t translate to “angry,”
But was an acronym for “Making A Difference,”
Then I could say that
Being MAD has purpose.
-Janie