Mercury

You make me laugh. Wait. No.
Made. 
That's what past tense is: "is to was to I can't remember anymore".
Now you're just a shadow, splitting through my room in the morning, a contrast. 

Last night I spent 6 hours
Standing in a white room
and hoping
that my great uncle
would live 
and not fix the deck that he's been working on 
and not call me anymore

How can you? 

I don't want to grow up knowing that my world is dying. 
I don't want to thrive knowing my world is crying. 
Your horrible
awful
HUMAN
pain has driven this nail into the world that is my world. 

You shouldn't feel so agitated.