I'm Not Angry Anymore

I wanted to tell you

That I’m not angry anymore

I wanted it to be true and to let you know

That I won’t be getting angry anymore

But I was too late

I was busy doing other things

Little, unimportant things like washing clothes

Rearranging the cupboard

When I went to check on you

You were gone

Now I’ll never get to tell you

All the things that hurt inside

Or about my day’s accomplishments

Little, unimportant as they are

Or of the funny thing the cats did

Or anything at all

I may as well go, too

I have no one anymore

No one who is even close to knowing me like you

Better than I know myself

**this was written on the date in the title and wasn't the real accounting of how Sharon passed. I actually held her hand and watched her take her last breath. Not that it makes things any easier, harder if anything.