*Freewrite, not yet edited. Mostly just processing.*

How long would it take you

to notice I was gone?

How badly would you

Want to speak at my funeral?

An opportunity for the thing

You always craved from me:

Attention.

One last chance,

Still never earned.

I was too easy for you all along

Or so you thought,

Until I decided that I

Wanted to receive as much

as I gave.

It would be ironic then,

If you spoke at my funeral,

Because just like now,

I’d have nothing more to offer you.