Was I stupid?

Was I wrong

That I didn’t stay

For the ending of the song?

The air wavered in a smoke of questions

While it played

But in hindsight I wonder

At the choice of inertia that I made.

Is there value in questioning dead bodies

Or perhaps the souls they leave behind?

Was I being a coward or was I truly being kind?

Or perhaps it’s the hunger I find I always feel

The ghostly presence of every uneaten meal.