I ran away from you because you were dying and I didn’t want to share that burden. I ran away from you because for some reason you refused to see me despite our professions of love. But mostly, it was because I was afraid I would not be able to handle the emotional strain of losing a loved one.
And now you are dying, and I wonder if it would have made a difference had I been there. I know that i don’t even have to ask forgiveness from you because it’s already been granted, because that’s the kind of person you are. But I’ll ask your forgiveness anyway, because I am ashamed of my weakness and I crave absolution.
I hope there are banana pancakes in heaven, and that you think of me once in a while in a fond, forgetful way.
Twenty-sided life 