And I walked over and knocked on your door
I think you were in the room where she died
I brought you food that Annababe made
I wasn’t sure if you wanted it

You were so sad
And rightfully so

Death is a gluttonous mouth
That never gets full
And what even are we other than meat?

I left your porch feeling kind of lost
Walked through the alley and sat on my couch
I could see your window from mine
I wondered if you would be alright