A Thought in Requiem
By: Rodolfo Perez
Self-destruction was no longer a choice, but an obligation.
It was an unspoken responsibility. It brought salvation.
Too many times I have sat and watched.
Sat and suffered.
I sat as the faces around me became rougher.
I could no longer recognize them.
These people I once thought I found comfort with.
But that thought is in requiem.
The days we spent indulging in the short but boundless luxuries,
It all disgusted me.
Often, I like to look back, and wonder.
I wonder if they remember who I was.
I wonder if they wonder why I don’t carry a face like theirs.
I wonder if they wonder if I wonder who I am now,
But they won’t know.
For I’m gone now.
The thought of me is in requiem as well,
As my thoughts of them are.