Prose

What you have given me
And what you have taken
Will never be documented
Will not be fully comprehended

Especially not by me
And probably not by you
I wonder if you can explain
What you "needed to do"

I don't really care
About what you think is right
All I know is that
I'm confused with all my might

And that the void left within me
Is almost filled by those
Who love me, care for me
Those who understand my prose.