The accurate term to describe this behaviour, is bizarre,
You and I, were no different,
We were always so caught up and indifferent,
Deeply embroiled in our own lives,
Not pausing to take a break, unless it was for an overpriced holiday to Maldives,
Our over the top vacations, our work promotions and our personal achievements,
We would celebrate, like it was our own individual accomplishments,
Except when it came to our crafts,
Then we would behave like two very stuck up tarts,
Never open to criticism or feedback,
Even when we sounded like foolish quacks,
Because, our egos were sky high,
We just couldn’t meet eye to eye,
On certain things,
I never wanted to clip your wings,
Clearly! Just look at the life you lead,
Always multitasking, between your musical and professional travels, like you didn’t have a wife and son whose heart bled,
In your absence,
We were very good at pretence,
Your son and I,
We never questioned why,
You never chose us over your music or work,
We understood, those were the areas where your heart mostly lurked,
You needed those aspects in your life,
To lead a happy life,
With us and away from us,
So we gave in to your whims, without much fuss,
We stood by you and your joys,
Quietly and without much noise,
But your death, has made me re-calculate those decisions,
Should I have been more clingy and given you less provisions,
To lead your parallel lives,
Away from us, your primary life, where you could have strived,
To bond a little more with your son and me,
Your prodigy in the making and forever queen bee.
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