Remnant of an Outlaw

Maybe you could have told me why
not all actions have consequences,
and that gravity is just an invisible prison.
Or perhaps you could have described to me
how each wrinkle on your face
was actually a scar,
and that time was simply
supplemental to a lacking life.

Your fits of anger and tiding rage had reason,
I think, but I suppose
I will never feel that foundation.

They stole your sanity,
stole your concern,
and all they left your lonesome self was gall.
Bound in tellurian chains and buried beneath haze,
yet my own memories are not clouded,
not of your view.

I will never know why you saved those years for me
or why I tend to worship your shiny, little star.
The melody continues to loop when I hit 'repeat,'
and I begin to realize
I do this more often than I thought.

Behind that fragile shell
cased in bigotry and malice
was a man I still have yet to become,
come soon.

Your heart faded fourteen years
preceding your body.
I wonder if they will say the same for me.