steps

you asked for me
after twenty six years
you asked for me
and the air left my lungs
as though
there were no words
there are no words
my words don't suit
a dying man
and I won't play
your twelve step plan
towards redemption
nothing I say
can possibly change lives
nothing I do
will enlighten you
I choose not to linger in the why
but to bury questions
I know have no answer
you made sure of that
the day you walked out
my horrible
beautiful life of lies
and you were just the seed